The kidnap

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"Crystal, can you hear me? Crystal? Can you hear me?" Ehhhhhh.. I let out a long painful groan. "Crystal, it's just me, mum". My voice was all croaky and my throat was all dry. " w-w-water".. "please".... My mother gave back an immediate reply "Of course my sweet!" My eyes have been open for a while.. but they remain blurry. "Mum?" "Are you sure your my mum?" She replied '"yes sweetie". My eyes were now adjusting. "Y-you-your not my mum!" "WHO ARE YOU? Let me go!"

Then I hear someone behind me, {bonk} and once again everything went black.

I'm starting to get used to this black out stuff. I wake up almost instantly this time, "seriously, stop knocking me out! This is the third time in two days!"

The mysterious person gives a grunt. Perhaps to say that he had acknowledged what I had just said. I think it may be a man.. But I'm still not entirely sure. A see a sharp movement and feel a jolt into my stomach. "Please just stop"! I cry. My eyes are almost fully adjusted. Its quite dark in here. The man throws a few more punches into my stomach. At this point, my body collapses, it has given up on me.

He lifts me up. The room has a medieval feel to it. It seems we are walking down a never ending hall way with occasional candles to give a bit of light. He finally opens a metal door with a small hole in it. The hole has bars... I think it may be a cell... A prison cell.

He puts me on the bed. The room is stone cold. No heating, just stone with a small window close to the roof.

He didn't even put me on a proper bed. It was metal.Hard, cold metal.

I try to throw a punch, struggle up and out of his hands, out of his reach. But I cant, this guy is pale.. he is to big, to strong. He has muscles twice the size of my head. He takes something out of his pocket. "Drink" he grunts. I seal my mouth shut. "DRINK" he screeches. There was no way I was drinking what ever was in his hand. For all I know, it could be his own piss! Oh no, it's still dark but I can see that he is angry, very clearly.

He shoves it into my mouth and places his pinky somewhere on my neck. He has controls over my pressure point. Forcing me to swallow.

He gets up and leaves. I get up out of my bed, and stand there for awhile. I watch as the world revolves around me.. I become more and more dizzy by the second I take a few steps and suddenly find myself pressed against the cold hard stone floor.

My eyelids begin to become heavier and heavier... "If that man drugged me I swear I will get him ba.. ". A voice appears to me. "Sleep... sleep my child".

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Sorry guys. I'm to lazy to update it. I know it's short... I will write some more later.

-Grace

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