“No. No, please.” I beg. “Please, don’t do this!” I cry but nothing seems to be working. I can’t see nor breathe due to the cloth like bag over my head. My hands are tied behind my back with what feels like a zip tie with the plastic biting into my wrists. Someone with an iron grip has me by my wrists leading me through the grass. They jerk me forward, making me walk faster but I stumble and fall to my knees. My legs are already sore from jogging, and my feet hurt, but when my knees meet the grass, I cry out in pain.
“Shut up!” A manly voice hisses in my ear. His hot breath surrounds the side of my neck forcing me to move as far away from his as I possibly can. “Now get up and move before someone sees us.” He jerks me up, “Or I’ll kill you.”
With fear and adrenaline coursing through my body, I get to my feet and continue walking, despite the pain in my lower limbs.
All I can think about is how stupid I am. Why did I have to go jogging today with my headphones in? Why did I have to take a path through the wooded area of the park? Why did I stop for a drink at the fountain along the route? Why didn’t I see him coming up behind me before slamming my face into the fountain then tying my hands? How could I be so careless?
He continues pulling me, and I don’t know how far we’ve walked but eventually he stops me.
“Don’t move.’ He says slowly into my ear and I immediately freeze.
I can hear him opening a door before I am suddenly pushed forward, stumbling and falling onto my face into the vehicle. I hit the floor with a thud, and my feet are thrown in behind me right away. I begin to squirm and I try to move away from him.
“Now hold still, would you.” He says from above me and as if on cue, he lifts the bottom part of the cloth, revealing my mouth and nose. I’m expecting him to remove the cloth completely, until something is stuffed over the bottom half of my face. It feels like a rag, a wet rag. Panic takes over and as I’m about to try and scream I take in a large breath and begin to feel woozy. I freak out more, now petrified and as I’m wriggling, trying to break free and run away. The floor of what feels like a van begins to spin and tip, leaving me no choice but to fall. I fall down into the darkness before it consumes me and I go blank.
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This is a new story I plan to work on in the coming months. It's not the typical, 'girl falls for her captor' I feel like those situations don't actually happen in real life. This will also be my first thriller type novel too, so wish me luck!
1) This story is 100% my own; my own thoughts and words. I do not allow anyone to use this story for any reason whatsoever. It is plagiarism and illegal.
2) Please do not promote your own story here, it’s rude and I will delete your comment.
3) Comments are appreciated, and I will try to reply to each one if I can.
Happy reading!
Jos, xx
