I was at home in my house sleep, my parents were in their room sleep also. My name is Deshia Smith and I was 16 living with both my parents. I had one sister Kendra. I was a year old than her. My house was quiet, you could hear a pen drop. It seem to be a weird night but I thought maybe I had the jitters.
"Wake up bitch", "come on", the voice said. I opened my eyes trying to adjust what was happening. Looking a the tall, very well built chocolate man I thought this was just a dream. He was dressed completely in all black, his black sweater showed off his broad shoulders. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house" I asked.
"Don't worry about now get yo ass up and come on". He said in a determined voice.
"Df? Nigga I'm not going no where with you" I exclaimed.
Before I knew it he pulled out a white cloth from his black sweats.
"No, no, no stop please let me go" I cried as he came closer. I knew he was far to strong for me to fight back but I tried anyway. His placed the cloth over my mouth and nose. I tried not to inhale the toxic on it but sooner or later I had to breath and I was knocked out cold.
Me in the MM
YOU ARE READING
No Such Thing As FREEDOM
Random"No, no, no stop please let me go!" I screamed trying my best to get away from this stranger. All I remember is him putting a white cloth over my face and waking up naked tied to a queen size bed with chains.
