Soul of a Captive(Edited and Different Ending)

Chapter One

I always thought life for me was perfect that was until the last night of college. It soon turned out to be disastrous. I will never forget that night. I was strolling along the sidewalk on my way to a friends party when a pair of grubby hands came from behind and grabbed my face, covering my mouth so I couldn't scream. I tried to bite his finger but he just pressed harder against my face. I tried to scream but it was muffled so I began kicking my legs trying to loosen his grip as he dragged me along the cold stony path towards a big black van. The back of the van opened with a loud thud. He chucked me in the back like a worthless piece of trash then slammed the doors.

My heart was in my throat as the mystery man drove away, all my thoughts spinning around my head and I couldn't even catch one single breath. I had heard stories like this where the girl gets kidnapped and is never seen again. Knowing how these stories end I knew each breath that I took I was one breath closer to my final. There was nothing but black around me and I felt isolated, wherever this guy was taking me there was no way out. I was young and I knew my life was going to end. I sat crossed legged facing the van doors waiting, waiting for the unknown end, my mind was running wild with all the possibilities of how he could kill me.

All of a sudden the van came to a halt, I was thrown to the front due to the force, the mystery man slammed the doors open. It was dark outside, the only light source was the moon, all I could hear was his heavy breathing and my heart in my ears. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out. He then spun me around so I was facing away from him all I could feel was his masculine body pressing against me. I attempted to look around but my head was kept in place. I could see an outline of what seemed to be a mansion.

He had his hand pressed against my mouth; once again dragging me towards a mansion like house. It looked like it had about three floors and tons of space. All I could feel at that very moment was his rough hands pushing against my mouth while one was gripping my hair tightly pulling it to persuade me to move towards his home. I refused to move my feet forwards, knowing that because I was in front of him, if I didn't move he couldn't ether. He picked me up by my face and hair and turned around so he was now walking backwards and I was being dragged along.

He kicked the front doors open then turned us both around and pushed me onto the floor. I fell onto my hands and knees, I lifted my head up to look at my surroundings. The walls and floor were very elegant, the floor was white tiles with gold patterns and the walls were a deep red wallpaper with gold and white flower patterns. It looked like the mystery man was rich which made me wonder how he could afford a place like this. As I was looking around I heard the door slam shut, I quickly turned to face the man who was smiling down at me. I bowed my head not wanting to look at this sick and twisted man. I heard him kneel down, I flinched as he put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look him in the eye.

"Hello, darling. I hope you enjoy your very long stay here." He said chuckling to himself. He spoke to me as if I was his new wife and he had just brought me to our new home. I felt sick as images flew through my mind of what he was going to do to me. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was effecting me.

"I'm not your darling!" I snarled at him. Once I spoke those words I knew I would regret them; he stood up spat on my face then repeatedly kicked me. With every kick he uttered a different word;

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Tramp."

When he was finally done I was losing consciousness, he once again bent down to my level and whispered in my ear. "You better start listening to me and doing everything I say or things are going to get much much worse for you." Then as tears ran down my face I lost consciousness.