My Perfect Kidnapper.

Blindfolded.

The man pushed me along the muddy field of the park when I could not see a thing for around 10 minutes. We got to what felt like a far corner of the park from what I remember about the layout, and he opened a car door, quickly rushed me into the car and shut my door then locked it.

My head was spinning. I couldn't understand weather it was with excitement or fear, I don't know. But whatever it was, I had been kidnapped. And there was a very attractive man taking me to some unknown place. When he got back in the car, he paused for a moment and said 'You are going to be spending some time with me. And I have certain rules. These rules are to be complied with at all times, or else you will be punished. I will tell you these rules when we get to the house. There I will show you where you are going to live and how you will live. On my terms. And by the way, you're not allowed to talk. It gets annoying.' When he told me this, I didn't move a muscle the whole car journey home. I had never been so afraid for my own life. It was after he said this that he put a gag in my mouth.

I don't know what it is about me, but whenever I'm upset or frightened, I sleep. It's a habit of mine, maybe the quickest escape I can find to harsh realities. Whatever reality this was, though, it sure didn't seem real or like it was sinking in. It just seemed like something that never happens, to be honest.

I must have been sleeping because I got woken up by the same strange man tugging on my hair to wake me up in his husky voice. 'We're here now. Get out the car, goldilocks.' I suppose he must have called me that because of my golden hair. Even as a baby I had been gifted with my mother's hair, it's the only thing I tend to get compliments about. I've never been so pretty, so I don't really understand why this deranged man would want me. He isn't going to 'have' me anyways, whatever he wants me for.

He came around to my side of the car, unlocked it and grabbed me by my hair to pull me out of the car. I wanted to shout at this man and scream for somebody to rescue me, but I was just too petrified to argue against him. Plus, I had a gag in my mouth so it would be hard to make sense to him anyways. Once I was out of the car, he was still holding onto my hair but he pulled off my blindfold. It was still raining and pitch black outside so the blindfold wouldn't make a difference to my sight much anyways. He dragged me quite painfully into a small house surrounded by trees, it seemed to be secluded from anywhere and I wanted to quickly scan for escapes, but it was just too dark outside. Fuck this.

He took me into his house, and it looked surprisingly normal. Modern furniture, family photos, seemed a decent place. But I didn't give a shit about his house, why the fuck did he have to take me? Scared wasn't the word.

'This is my living area. Yours is in the basement.' He said in a monotone voice. Great, I thought. Just fucking great. He let go of my hair and touched my arm to guide me downstairs, but I flinched him off of me. "He will not touch me", I promised myself.

Nobody had ever touched me. I'm 17 and still a virgin. I'm just scared for my innocence that he will be the first. This deranged kidnapper might be my first, against my will.