Being kidnapped is probably the most exhilarating and terrifying experience I will ever have in my life. On one hand, it's something new. It's something unexpected. It's a break from the ordinary drag of the days.
On the other hand, though....... I've been kidnapped. And I have no clue where the fuck I'm going. Or what might happen to me, for that matter. Who knows?
I could very well die.
I glance around the back of the truck. Not that it makes much of a difference, since I'm blindfolded, but hey, might as well try, right? I can feel the harsh, rough rope rubbing against the skin on my wrists and shift uncomfortably, only to have somebody elbow me in the side sharply. I hiss in pain and suck in a breath.
"Watch it, kid. Or you'll get a lot worse than that." Jeez, alrighty then, tough guy. I let out a small sigh but decide not to talk back. I don't know what will and won't be good for my health yet. So I suppose silence is the best course of action right now.
It's a long time before the truck stops. I've counted three men in the back with me. I don't know why they decided I need three guards, but it makes me feel loved. They must really care about my safety. Heh.
Abruptly, somebody roughly hauls me to my feet and pushes me forwards. I stumble, nearly tripping over my own feet, but another pair of hands steadies me. I hear a few words being shouted in the distance before somebody lifts me and sets me down on grass.
"Get moving, kid." The person prods me in the back with the barrel of a gun. I feel the cold metal poke me through my shirt and start walking forwards, trying to feel my way around with my feet. "No, not that way, you- ugh." He growls in annoyance and roughly turns me to the right. This time, I growl back.
"Well, what do you expect, asshole? I can't see a freaking thing with this blindfold on, and I have no clue where I'm supposed to be going in the first place!" I snap back to him. I hear a short silence before another voice rings out.
"She does have a point." Another growl from the one behind me, who pokes me with his gun again.
"Shuddup."
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Short Stories
Historia CortaThis is where I'll write short snippets of possible stories I might write one day. Who knows. Anywhoodle, I hope you enjoy whatever I come up with in here, there may be violent deaths and stuff though, so careful there. I might even write some dream...
