Kidnapped.

The feeling of cool air nipping at my skin wakes me from my deep slumber. Rolling onto my back, my hands come in contact with the cold tiled floor beneath me telling me I'm not in my bed anymore. Slowly, I open my heavy, sleep-laden eyes to come face to face with pitch darkness. Still a bit drowsy, I try standing up but a sudden, sharp pain in my leg, almost makes me fall back down. Leaning onto the wall, I lift the hem of my black jeans to find a dried up trail of blood and a long slit that looks at least a couple of days old. Looking at the stale wound, I can feel fear creeping it's way into my mind. How long have I been here? I remember going somewhere in a car but where? And who was driving? Trying to recall a memory just increases the throbbing in my head and blurs the memory more.
Not knowing how and when I ended up here, only adds to my anxiety as I try to calm my nerves and racing thoughts. "Hello." I try to shout for help but it comes out like a whimper from my dry throat. "Help" I try again not knowing what else to do. When I get no response, the last of nerves begin to crumble and tears begin to flow down my cheeks. Surrounded my darkness and not knowing where I am, I feel alone and helpless like I never felt before. My mind begins forming it's own conclusions, each worse than the last. And when I run out of ideas, images of my family and friends begin to come to mind laced with worry and anxiety. All this makes me crawl to the ground and weep more profoundly. I guess it's true when they say your mind is your worst enemy.
Then suddenly, a sound to my right startles me. My breathe gets caught up in my throat and I almost forget how to breathe as I still my sobs to listen. It sounds like a latch or a door making me both happy and anxious at the same time. For the first time, I squint my eyes and begin surveying the place. I notice I am in a dark, empty room with no windows nor furniture and only one door. Seeing the latch moving, I am overcome with relief that someone found me and rush towards the door completely forgetting about the pain in my leg. I almost reach the door when it swings open and what I see makes me stop dead in my tracks. A black silhouette of a welbuilt man, maybe about 6 feet, stands there, against the blinding, yellow light, staring at me. The longer he waits and stares, the more my heart beat quickens, telling me he is no friend. My legs begin to shake and I feel paralysed under his gaze.
I gulp nervously as I see him approaching me. I begin to back away whenever he takes a step closer until my back hits the cold, hard wall. He stands in front of me tapping me between him and the wall. I can hear my heart beating wildly against my chest and feel the sweat on the forehead as I look at his face, hidden behind darkness. Even in the darkness, I can make out his lips curving into a smirk as he looks at me like a predator looks at his prey. "Hello Carol" he says in his deep, rusty voice sending chills down my spine. My eyes widen as I realise he knows my name. I open my mouth to ask him how he knows my pet name 'Carol', short for Caroline but no voice comes out. "What happened? Cat got your tongue?" He laughs at me. His laughter rings throughout the quite room, deafening me and heightening my need to run away from him. I whimper in my spot shaking with fright as he backs away a little to see me properly.
He holds up a plate of food after he has finished laughing and says, "Here, eat up. You gonna be here for a while." Hearing that, makes the tears flow again and I begin begging him for my freedom. "Pl-please" "Look at you, billionaire Daniel's only child begging! Oh what a sight!" He laughs some more. "I finally brought that b*$tard to his knees. He is gone mad looking for you. Oh how happy seeing him wrought with worry makes me!" He states delighted and then shoves the plate towards me. Hearing him talk bad about my dad makes my blood boil. Knowing my dad is worried sick about me, fills me with adrenaline to try and break free from here. I refuse to eat even a morsel of food from a man who is responsible for all this and throw the plate away. "I want to see my dad!" I yell angrily while looking him straight in the eyes. Seeing this, he curls his palms into a fist and pulls me by my hair. "You 10 year old brat!" I quickly realise what a big mistake I've made when I feel his hand come across my face leaving a mark. "I was kind enough to offer you food. But you don't deserve it." He hits me again and again causing my cheeks to light up like Christmas lights and burn like hell. His next slap, comes across my lip causing me to taste my own blood.
I quiver and tremble in the spot as he continues to slap me and pull my hair. Then, he throws me to the ground and begins punching and kicking me all over. Blood, sweat and tears lace my body as I try to crawl away only to be dragged across the floor by my feet. I don't even feel alive anymore as he picks me up and throws me into the back seat of his car. I would have tried to struggle or put up a fight but the beating has made my body numb to the point that I am awaiting death for it would end my agony. He begins driving as I roll and whimper in the back seat. The cool air hitting my damp clothes provides little relief as I wait for death to end my agony.
I don't realise when he stops the car and lights the match. The smell of burning metal and paint fills my nostrils and I open my eyes to see streaks of yellow and orange all around me. My heart comes to my throat when I realise I'm inside a burning car. I try to get up or do something but my body feels like stone and refuses to move. Snippets of my life and loved ones flashes before my watery eyes as I lie there knowing death is near. I can hear someone yelling and shouting outside but it is too late as I feel my eyes begin to close. My legs begin to sizzle and burn and I give in to a much wanted, deep sleep.