A smile upside down. "I see you and baby girl you're mine again. Finally mine." I wake up quickly to see an not familiar area. Heck, Who am I kidding how would I recognize everything when I am in a new country. I feel cold and look down to see I'm nude. "Oh my gosh. Where is my clothes?! " I murmer to myself. I rub my arms up and down. Sliding out the bed I stand up. I see a warm cup of coffee by the bed placed on a bed stand. I smell the cup of coffee. A smile rises upon my face. I was so focused I didn't see a man standing by the door. I frown in disapproval and quickly cover myself with my hands. My skin exposed and even though I'm covering myself I am still exposed. My hands press slightly harder as if, my hands could shield me. I let out a high squeal. "Go away!" I do the shoo hand twice. He walks over with a smirk. "Where am I?" I run to the farther side of the room. "You are American, yes?" I shake my head no. "Yes you are." I shake my head again. "I know so cause your passport says so. Do I look dumb enough to be played by your dirty country. Your kind, you Americans only want to kill us innocent kore--" I feel anger boiling inside of me. "No! It's your crazy people who want to kill us." My voice starts to murmur in whispers. "What did we do to you?" I feel my throat burn. My eyes water up. "Don't interrupt me again you dirty American." I stand there shivering with tears dripping down my cheeks. "You're going to kill me?" My voice was shaky. He smiled and walked towards me. "We will do something worse then death. It will make death look like luxury." He snarls. I begin to cry even harder. "Help me. Help me." I whisper to myself. Ignoring my pleads he smiles, "What more do we want then an American to feel our wrath?" He raised his eyebrow. I try to run pass him he grabs my wrist. I let out a yelp. He slams me against the ground. I howl in pain. He frowns and shakes his head. Making the tsk noise three times he pulls me closer to him. "Bad girl." He throws his head back and laughs. I lay there shaking and distraught. Why me? What do they want with me? I cry again and this time I don't stop even when he barked cruel words at me. Where is the guy who hired me anyways? Well maybe he will report me missing. Yeah and I will be saved--- then there will be war cause of me. I am sadden and cry all night as they locked me in the room and me laying on the ground in fetal position.
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American in North Korea
PertualanganEverything was going smoothly. You were offered a job from your dream place. The country you always admired. You are in disbelief to know where you now are. You are an American girl kidnapped when you were offered a job in South Korea and to find ou...
