Taking Maya

I go by the name Maya Kendal and I feel so alone in this tragic world. The invisible voices that sometimes visit me like to whisper the stinging truth into my ears. I don't mind them too much anymore though; they're the only company I have when he's not here. My life, as it is now, is nothing but uncontrollable sadness. No one wants me, well, no one except for him.

I hadn't always been this unhappy and deeply lost in loneliness. Before he took control of me, I was jubilant. Before that evil man kidnapped me, I believed I had everything I ever wanted. Now, I just wish I hadn't gone out that night.

I used to be a lively seventeen year old girl with hopes and dreams. I had lots of friends and was very well liked by my teachers. I played for the schools softball team and got excellent grades. My family was nice and we lived in a comfortable and cozy home. My mom, dad, brother, and I sat down at the dinner table for almost every meal together. I had all I could ask for, and then some.

It has been a year, two months, and twelve days since that dreadful night.

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I had grown bored of the simple way I had usually spent my Friday evenings. I decided to venture out of the house and attend a house party my friend's brother was throwing.

I was walking down the main road when a black Honda screeched to a stop beside me. A large middle aged man roughly took me by the arm and quickly shoved me into the back of the car. The windows were tinted black and there were no handles on either door.

Panic had begun to fill my body and I kicked and screamed violently. The hideous man let me scream without complaint until my throat had gone unbelievably sore. It was when I was physically unable to shout anymore, that he informed me no one was able to pick up on the sound. He admitted the car was sound proof and my loud pleads for help were of no use.

I lost hope and fell into absolute silence. I couldn't see out of the windows so I was unaware of where this man was taking me. Quiet tears began to drip down my face and fall onto the skirt of my dress.

"Where are we going?" I asked faking a sense of calmness in my voice.

He chuckled villainously, "Sweetheart, don't worry about that." He spoke with pure evil dripping from his vocal cords. His voice made me quiver with fear.

Suddenly, I remembered the rear window and twisted around to look through it. To my luck, it was not tinted like the other windows. I couldn't see any other cars but now and then street lights would whip past.

"What do you want from me?" I questioned with mass amounts of annoyance coating my voice.

"Your innocence." He answered with that same evil tone spilling from his mouth. His words scratched into my skin and my heart felt heavy. I swallowed hard and sat back in defeat.

The car jolted to a stop causing me to fly forwards. I hit the seat in front of me and the man laughed. "Stupid girl, you should have worn your seat belt." I didn't reply, there was nothing to say.

He ripped me out of the car and covered my head with something plastic. I was ushered though a door and eventually down a flight of creaky stairs. The air in the room felt damp on my skin and smelt of rust and mildew.

He forced me down onto a bench attached to the wall and placed the plastic bag, that was previously on my head, next to me. He then left the room and locked it behind him.