"Shhh my love, don't worry" his hand brushed my face, wiping away tears. The removed tears were quickly replaced with more.
"What are you going to do to me?" The strength in my voice surprising even me. I did everything in my power to look tough. Unphased. Defiant tears still pouring. His eyes darkened at my question. They narrowed, and his nose curled upward and anger clouded his face. His arm dragged back, as if he planned to strike me. Then he paused, lowered his hands and smiled sweetly at me.
"I'd never do anything to hurt a girl so beautiful as you." He left for just a moment. Returning with a glass plate, a neatly made sandwich rested on the plate. He set it in front of me. He then turned, and left. I blinked at the door, waiting for him to return. When he didn't, I examined the plate. I wasn't hungry, but my distrust caused me to pick it apart. Examining each piece, certain it was somehow contaminated. Unsatisfied, I pushed the plate away. I closed my eyes and begged for sleep. Awaiting it's return.
After some time, the metal door sprang open again. I sat up quickly, my arms extended outward, away from my body as they were bound. My eyes were locked onto the door, and after a long, tense moment, someone walked in. I was momentarily joyous to see it was not my perverted tormentor. But anxiety took over as a lean man walked in. God he was young. He looked my age. Maybe just a little over. Were there other teens kidnapped?
