As he looked at me I saw into his eyes. He looked at me as if he was a lion and I was his pray. he was ready to pounce on top of me and sink his teeth into to the warmth of my flesh. And as the blood ran down his face he roared.
I was terrified. I was locked in the cage with the lights darkened. As I screamed and yelled for help. No one could hear me I tried repeatedly.
I get so tired of screaming and yelling I end up falling asleep. And as I'm in that sleep I dream of blood running down my hands, the bright red blood staining my hands. I smear it on my face. There's a faint smell of the outdoors. My legs hurt from running so far so fast. I Eventually get caught. The man standing behind me catches up. He stabs me 82 * in the back. I fall to my knees trying to get back up. My knees stained with sand and dirt with rocks imprinted in my skin. I tried to shout and scream but I can't get a single word out. And then I wake up screaming with fear.
A man comes in. He has dark brown hair, sliked back with gel. He has beautiful crystal blue eyes. With an English accent. The thoughts going through my head right now.
He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen although he was my kid naper, and he would never let me go, because I've already seen his face.
