Fear - A Short Horror Story

Taken

Christelle kicked and screamed in the back of the man's van. No one could hear her, of course, not even the man driving it, as there was duct tape over her mouth and rope blistering her wrist, forcing them behind her back. Even if all the man could hear was muffled cries, she heard everything. Her lungs and throat were burning painfully, and her own terrified screams resonated in her aching head, her heavy breathing taking it's place when it occasionally stopped. She was overwhelmed, and even that was an understatement. She was terrified.

The kicking and screaming continued for hours. Eventually, after driving for what felt like days, Christelle stopped. She couldn't do anything now. She began to feel around the back of the van for anything she could use to cut the rope that bound her wrists. No sooner than she had begun to do so, the car screeched to a stop. Her heart began to beat like a rabbit, and she scooted as far from the door as possible. Her chest throbbed with fear as she heard the man slam his door and stomp around to the rear door. As the hatch slowly rose, her breathing rose with it. Her cheeks were covered in blotchy, dark tears, stained black from her homemade 'mineral-based' mascara. Then, there he stood. As his arms reached out for her, she began to scream and kick with incredible ferocity. She struck him with her sharp heels and the man howled in pain. He reached out for her again and she blacked out.