"Fuck," Luna yelled as she banged her head off the bed above her. She attempted to look around in the darkness that surrounded her. Stuggling, she was able to use the sliver of light that shone through the barred window to discover that she was in a bedroom. Curious to know what time it was, Luna struggled to search for her phone, or a clock for that matter. Something wasn't right and she could sense it.
"God, what happened last night? Where's my phone?" Luna asked herself, unable to recall any events within the past 24 hours. She doesn't go anywhere without her phone, so to not know where it was, bothered her. Her phone was her safe haven from reality.
However, Luna wasn't the type of person to need a safe-haven. She was pretty, popular, and smart. Guys wanted to be with her, and girls wanted to be her. She had long, luscious, brown hair with bangs that fell into her face if they aren't styled properly. Most people defined her as "edgy" or "grungy" but she liked to describe herself as unique.
Long minutes after searching for her phone, without success, Luna tried to get out of bed. She rolled over to the edge and felt around. Coldness shot up through her fingertips as she enveloped her hands around the cold, metal bars. Chills ran up Luna's arms and down her spine once she realized that she was locked inside of a cage.
She tried repeatedly to get someone's attention to let her out. She banged and shook the metal vigorously until her hands bled. Nothing. She then screamed and hollered, for what felt like hours for her, but in reality it was only 30 minutes. Her throat was sore and raspy. Unable to spit out a single word without feeling like someone was stabbing her neck a thousand times, Luna fell back onto the bed and quietly sobbed.
Hours passed by as night turned into day. Luna could finally see some light shining through the window beside the bed. She could see the red and orange mixed together as the sun started to rise. Oh, how she loved dawn and dusk. When she was little, she would make sure to wake up super early so she could sit outside, on the dewy lawn, just to watch the sun rise. She would inhale the smell the fresh cut grass through her nose. She could hear breeze blowing through the tree leaves and upon her neck. It was her favorite time of day.
Just then, a blinding light shown in the room. She could hear someone walking, but couldn't see who it was. She allowed for her eyes to adjust a little when a tall figure she didn't recognize began to form.
"Wake your pretty ass up. You have to get ready for the day. I laid clothes out for you on the dresser. Wear them," he commanded as he unlocked the bed cage's door.
Luna rushed to the corner of the bed, farthest from the door. She looked around the room and knew this wasn't home. She's never seen this place ever in her life. Luna wanted to scream for help but soon remembered that she couldn't speak. She was terrified.
"Where am I? Who is this guy? Why am I in a cage?" She wondered.
The last place she remembered being was at a club, getting ready to leave a party that her boyfriend, Zane, or Z, wanted her to go to. He was in the band playing that night, so, of course, she went. She could only remember having one drink, which was unusual. She usually was able to remember the entire night, or 7 beers. She couldn't remember anything else about that night after the first drink.
As she started to think about that night, June 13th, she started to tear up, which then turned into her bawling. The more she thought about it, the more she cried and she was clueless as to why.
"Stop crying and get your ass out here to get dressed. If I have to tell you again, you will be punished."
Luna, feeling threatened and scared, did what the man told her to do. She crawled out of the bed-cage and looked at the stranger. He was tall, maybe 6 foot. He had brown hair that was shaved on both sides of his head, but was longer on top. It swooped up to one side of his head. He had dark green eyes and an amazing smile.
Before she had realized what just happened, Luna was lying on the floor. She had tripped over her own two feet in front of a complete stranger.
"God I am such a klutz," she thought to herself. "I shouldn't be thinking like this anyway, calling a random stranger cute. I HAVE a boyfriend!"
She then looked at herself, she saw that she was naked. She was embarrassed for a minute, then her embarrassment turned into disgust. She knew deep down that she didn't undress herself, but she couldn't remember. All she currently knew was that she was naked in front of a random guy. So, to save herself from anymore embarrassment, she cautiously walked over to the dresser. She looked down at the clothes lying there. She picked up a black item first, it looked to be a long T-shirt. She then saw that there was only one item left on the dresser and it was a black thong.
She looked over at the guy in disgust and said, "These are clothes only a whore would wear. I may be revealing some days, but I'm not that skimpy."
The man walked over, enraged. He grabbed a fistful of Luna's long, wavy, brown hair and mumbled through gritted teeth into her ear.
"You will put on these clothes whether you like it or not. You will then walk yourself downstairs, eat breakfast, and finish getting ready. Are we clear?" Silence. The man pulled harder on Luna's hair and stated louder, "Are we clear?"
Shaking, Luna replied, "Yes, sir. I-I- I understand."
"Luke," he said.
"E-excuse me?"
"Luke. That's my name."
*** I'll continue the story later. I apologize for it being a bit short and choppy right now. This is the first story I've ever tried to write and I'm actually liking it so far. Let me know what you think? ****
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The Forgotten
Teen FictionLuna had lived her entire life in a small town in Nevada. She was happy and content with who she was and how her life was planned out. She was head of the school, had a ton of friends, and partied every night. However, she woke up one day in a new r...
