Stolen and Sold [BEING REWRITTEN!]

1) I'm being kidnapped!

Emily's POV

I was at home, in my room, on my computer watching Doctor Who. My parents were in the kitchen, my mum cooking dinner, my dad unpacking his bag from work and talking to my mum. I heard a noise, that sounded something like a door, but I thought it was my parents so I ignored it when I heard a loud bang. I ran from my room, my earphones dropping from my ears. I ran down the hallway, bursting into the kitchen. My parents weren't there, or at least, I couldn't see them and there was a man, someone I had never seen before, standing in the hallway.

'Uh, why are you in my house?' I said.

'Never mind that.' The man said.

'I said, WHY are you in MY HOUSE?!' I screamed.

'You'll find out.' He said cruelly, pulling out a spray can.

Suddenly I felt really scared. It took a lot to get me scared and this guy now had me genuinely scared. He held the spray can in front of him, then sprayed the contents into my face. I felt myself going drowsy.

'What's happening...?' I said, then collapsed, everything going black.

When I came to, the lights were too bright and I had white spots in my eyes. I sat up and felt my head throbbing, along with pain in my stomach and back. The spots in my eyes faded and I found myself sitting in a dirty room.

I looked down at myself and noticed that I wasn't in the clothes that I was in before, I was in rags. I had cuts and bruises all over my arms and legs and imagined that they would be everywhere else as well.

On one of the walls there was a door with a cat flap installed. I suspected that the flap was for my food to come through, without opening the door.

A few minutes later, my suspicions were confirmed when the flap swung open and a tray slid through it. It had a bowl of porridge and a glass of water on it.

'There's your food, and its all your getting, so eat.' A man's voice.

'Where are my parents?' I asked harshly.

'They are resuming business as usual, just missing a daughter, that's all.' The man said.

'That's... That's just wrong! Why?' I said, gasping.

'Well deal with it.' The man said, then I heard footsteps and assumed he was walking away from the door.

'Wait! How long have I been here?' I asked.

'About a day.' He answered.

'Wow, the stuff that guy used must of been powerful.' I muttered.

'What was that?' The man said.

'Nothing.' I said.

I heard footsteps and knew the man was walking away. I sat down on my small mattress and put the tray on my lap to eat. I finished the small meal in no time, I hadn't had the meal I was meaning to have at home. I placed the tray back in front of the catflap and lay down on my 'bed'.

I decided I should probably get some sleep, so I closed my eyes. I then realised that I couldnt sleep and tonight was going to be a long night.

As I was trying to sleep, I heard footsteps from outside. I heard the cat flap open and the tray slide out. I opened my eyes and gave up on sleep. I just lay there with my eyes open, thinking about my family and friends. They must of been worried sick.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. I sat up and looked over. There were two men there carrying bats in one hand and one of them was carrying handcuffs in the other. They walked over to me and grabbed me.

'What are you doing?!' I screamed.

'We are taking you to the start of your daily routine.' One of the men said, holding me down while the other put the handcuffs on me.

I started to kick and thrash about, as they dragged me out of my room.

'Where are we going?' I asked, hoping they would answer me.

'To the playroom.' One guy said, emphasising playroom.

They dragged me through to another room, with shackles hanging from the celing. They hung me from the ceiling in the shackles.

'Ok, so I'm here,' I said, indicating to the 'playroom', 'what are you gonna do to me?'

'Oh you'll find out very soon.' A womans voice rang out through the room.

'How soon?' I asked.

'In about 10 seconds.' The woman said.

I had a feeling that they were going to do something bad to me. That feeling was true, as one of the pair that brought me in here was holding a syringe and the other was holding up a whip, ready to strike.

I closed my eyes as the whip came in contact with my skin, but didn't yell. I didn't want to give them that satisfaction along with everything else.

After about 30 whips, they let me go from the shackles and I fell to the ground covered in blood. The guy with the syringe walked up to me and injected me with pale blue stuff. All I can say is that it didn't look healthy and made me feel awful.

The pair who took me to the 'playroom', or the torture room as I now called it, took me back to my room and as soon as they left I curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

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Hey guys! This is my first fan fic, hope you like it!

- Caz