short story #7
the engine roars to life and we are off, driving across the vast countryside, away from my home, my family, my friends...
tears stream down my face as the reality of my situation sets in. i am on a truck, with a stranger who is probably going to kill me, and going far away from home.
we arrive at a forest and the man, who is actually about twenty years old - comes round the back and lifts me out with one hand like i am a puppy. he throws me down on the dirt ground and drives away, probably to park the car in somewhere secret.
i take this time to look around desperately for something, anything that i can use against my terrifying captor.
but there is nothing.
noooooo
i mutter silently to myself, trying my hardest to inch my hands out of their bonds, but it is not working, the knots are very complicated.
he comes back and i stop my squirming immediately, but still trying to release my hands behind my back.
he narrows his eyes but picks me up by the ropes all the same, dragging me protesting into the forest.
the dark, emerald green leaves of the forest canopy are usually relaxing to me, but this time, they look menacing.
every tree with its branches outstretched looks like it is trying to abduct me and hurt me, i close my eyes and feel the thorny bushes scratch my legs as i am dragged by.
we finally come to a stop. i open my eyes and see a broken down, dilapidated wooden cottage. i shudder.
there are definitely rats in there.
i think, cringing at the thought.
he throws me in one of the rooms and i am left there shivering, crying and slowly going insane with nothing but rats to keep me company.
my scream rings around the house as i let loose all my grief in a single shriek of pain and fear.
the next few days pass in a breeze as i prepare myself to die, after three days with nothing but dirty water to sustain my life. i have to lap at the bowl like a dog as my hands are tied behind my back.
suddenly, the main door of the cottage creaks open and a man in his forties steps in. i see all this through the crack in my cell door.
instinct tells me to shut my mouth as my captor rises from his seat in the living room and extends his hand to the newcomer.
they shake hands and a rising feeling of dread is once again threatening to overwhelm my very being.
how much for the girl?
the older man says, nodding towards my room where i know he can see me crouched in a corner, my hair falling in a wave around my face.
fifty thousand.
my captor barks, narrowing his eyes.
okay, i'll take her.
the older man gives my captor an entire suitcase full of notes.
they open the door and start menacingly towards me.
they drag me, wide eyed and crying, towards yet another pickup truck as i am led away to my new life,
where i am about to become a slave.
a sex slave.
my fate is sealed.
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short stories
Short Storythis was actually meant for one-shots on people dying and i guess it's turned into a place where i write everything that doesn't qualify for my three main books. (this book is sad, give it a candy) but it's important tho! i do story swaps and stuff...
