I'm a goth

Stolen

   Me, and Firkle sat on that bench for some time. We discussed how he was doing. Weird I know, but he wanted to tell me about a conformist in his class. Said he was Canadian, that his name was Ike. He told me how he wasn't some dick head, or idiot following the lead of others.
  That without a doubt was good to hear. This gave me a sense of security that Firkle would have someone he trusts when the group eventually splits. We can't all stay in one place forever. We all know this. We just don't talk about it.
   After some time I felt something brush my ear. I was immediately alarmed, and swung my head around as far as it would go.
   A menacing looking man stood in front of me. He smirked, and then roughly gripped me and forcibly pulled me over the bench. I screamed in pain. I looked for Firkle, and yelled at him to run," Firkle go! Run, now!"
  The man gripped me harder, and covered my mouth trying to drag me off. I bit down on his hand hard. To which he responded with violently smacking me. I yelped in pain. Tears streaming down my face. I looked around for Firkle, but could only see another man walking up to me.
  "Ain't she purdy" he said. "Of course, only the best for you boss." The man holding me against my will replied. I tried to fight back more after this but the man holding me hit me a few more times, and eventually I just fell limp. He threw me over his shoulder, and I was too tired to protest as he walked away with me.
  Eventually he came up to a red truck and threw me in the bed of it. Covering me up with a blanket. I heard another set of footsteps walk up to the truck after he'd done so, and converse with the voice that had been his boss's from earlier.
  He then got in his truck, and drove off. Though not before I heard somebody hit the floor like a bed of rocks , and beg forgiveness:

  Some time later I woke up chained with my arms above my head to the head board of an unfamiliar bed. Scared half to death I shook them trying to get free. As expected it didn't work. I looked around an realized I was in a unfamiliar room as well.
   "Shit" I said aloud to myself. I looked down at myself and was gracious to see I was still clothed some what. I had lost my pants, but everything else like my sweater and undergarments were intact.
  "Shit, shit, shit!" I cussed again realizing I had been somewhat undressed.
   A heard the squeak, and click of an opening and closing door. "Now is that any way for a lady to talk?" I heard the man who I assumed brought me here Say. "Screw you!" I replied. He grinned,"In due time."
   I kept my game face on. He came closer. I wanted to scream, but I'd never show fear in front of this bastard. It'd be to conformist like. To stereotypical in this situation.
   In a mere second he was in front of me. He opened his mouth,"Before I brought you here the boss said I need to break you in. Teach you your place. He said your too rebellious for his taste."
   I smirked. "Go ahead, beating me doesn't make a difference I'm used to it." This was where I had him beat, physical torture would never break my spirit.
   He laughed out loud, and my blood ran cold. Even though I had the upper hand something was horribly wrong. "Oh no, I have something more fun planned." His disgusting eyes ravished my body with greed. I froze in fear. I realized what was going on.
   "No!" I screamed. I started thrashing around in fear of what would happen if I stayed forcibly stationary in the way I was now. "Don't touch me!"
   This man laughed, and smiled so widely it looked as if his face had been permanently stuck in that position all along. I was once again frozen in terror. He finally climbed on the bed and all I could do was stare blankly at his face. He pulled my legs apart as I struggled to stop him but was beaten into compliance. I began to feel hot tears pour down my face silently.
  He shushed me as he murmured sick words. "Shh, it'll be all over soon." He then grabbed the hem of my purple panties, and began to slowly pull them down. I closed my eyes not wanting to watch.
   Though he stopped mid pull, with a gurgled sputter of an intake of breath.
   I opened my eyes to see two inches of a blade sticking out of his chest at me. Blood pouring from his mouth as he chocked on it.
   Shocked, and scared I started pulling on my restraints again, and again realizing how fucked I was at the moment in mobility.
  Though I heard a voice," Get off my knife" it said in disgust. I recognized it, and was met with familiar eyes as the now dead body of a monster was pushed left off the bed to the floor.
   It was Michael, to the right of him Firkle, Behind him Pete, and to his left Henrietta. I started to cry again in relief.
  They saved me, he saved me.
   Henrietta came around to me, and jingled some keys in my face. I stayed silent as she unlocked my wrists from the cold biting metal.
   Once free I wrapped my arms around her and sobbed. I was tired, exposed, and sore. I wanted to go home, sleep, and pretend this was a nightmare.
   Someone from behind me tried to grab me and I lashed out in fear. My hand made contact with flesh but was then tightly held, and I started to kick and scream in response. But was held tighter and hushed.
   I started to calm down when I heard Michaels voice, and passed out.