Taken

He thinks I'm his princess?! I scream at him and kick him. I run to the other side of the room but he grabs my ankles and I fall against the concrete, making my lip bleed.

I decided I was not going to cooperate with this sick bastard. "You'll never get away with this." I yelled pushing myself farther away from him. He stood next to a big bed in the dark room we were in.

He chuckled like it was some kind of joke. It just made me more pissed off. He thought it was funny!

I got up off the floor and swung a punch at his face. He dogged my punch, bent down and wrapped his arms around my knees and picked me up, my head dangling over his shoulder.

I fought back and punched and punched at his back. How can that not hurt him? He swung me down on on the bed and took out thin ropes, tying me to the bed post. I thought he was either going to kill me or...rape me. But no. He pulled out a cell phone, typed in a few numbers and pressed it on his ear.

After a minute he talked into the phone, "She's ready, you've got an hour with her. And I don't want any bruises on her," I knew what he was doing. Who was coming though? I was freaking out.

After about an hour of laying on that bed, the door opened. Two guys my age walked in. One had brown hair and was a little taller than me and the other one, blonde hair with long legs. My kidnapper left the room.

The brown haired on bit his lip looking down my body. The other one was kissing down my neck. I tried to scream but I was gagged. The blonde started unbuttoning my button down shirt. The reaching under my back unclipping my bra. He ripped my bra off.

I tried to kick the blonde but my feet were tied to the bed. "What's wrong baby? Aren't you having fun?" He whispered in my ear. He got off me and whispered in the other guy's ear. The other guy left the room.

Then the blonde got on top of me. He slipped my underwear off.

*Half an hour later*

When its over I opened my eyes. The blonde looked back. The other guy walked in. The blonde looked back at me, pulling his jeans up. He left the room, grinning.

The brown haired guy took his shirt off. Oh god he's gonna rape me too. But instead he untied the ropes on my hands and I sat up rubbing my wrists. He put his shirt on my naked body. What was he doing. Right now I didn't really care. At least he wasn't raping me.

He sad down on the opposite side of the bed with his head resting on his palm. He had some kind of guilty look on his face. "This isn't right."

He mumbled to himself. A tear ran down my eye. I was so scared. He looked back at me wiping my tear away with his thumb. I looked into his deep blue eyes as he stared at me.