Out After Midnight {WATTYS 2017}

Out After Midnight /2/

/Rebecca's POV/
I woke up in a dark room. I mean, very dark. Like pitch black. I couldn't see anything at all. And I was definitely naked, laying on the cold hard floor of whatever this place I'm in is.

I had a terrible headache and I couldn't remember what happened last night.

I could remember snippets of green hair and a bathroom stall, a cute guy in althetic clothes, and a velvet booth.

Nothing was making any sense at all. Why am I in this dark place with no clothes on and no memory of what happened last night?

Everything fell into place quite swiftly, and when it did the tears started rolling in huge waves down my face. I let out a choked sob and suddenly there was a bright light.

I covered my breasts with my hands and crossed my legs.

"Oh great," a male voice boomed sarcastically, "You're awake."

As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the shape of a man and then when my vision cleared I could tell he was middle-aged. The floor and ceiling of the room I was in were dark gray concrete. I cowered into the wall, shivering.

"Stand up," he said.

I looked away from him and closed my eyes.

"I will ask one more," he narrowed his eyes, "Stand. Up."

I shook my head lightly and sniveled as I tried to stop crying. I don't know who this guy is, or what he wants but I don't want to stand up in front of him. I don't even know if I can stand up.

He lunged forward and snatched up my arm, bringing me up with it. He pushed me against the wall and started sliding his hands up and down my waist. I was going to be sick.

Bile rose in my throat. I tried to hold it back, but I failed. Foul smelling puke erupted onto the man's chest.

He helped and jumped back, snarling in disgust, "You disgusting bitch!"

He raised his hand and pushed it down against my cheek with so much force I was knocked to the ground. I put my face in my hands and tried not to cry, tried not to show weakness. I hear feet scuffling and a door being unlocked, shut, and locked again.

Glad to be alone, I let the tears flow. What is he going to do to me? Why is he keeping me here? Is he going to kill me?

I thought that I was finally free, an adult at last, but now I'm locked up in who knows where for who knows why. Will I ever get to live my life? Will I be stuck here forever? Or will I be stuck here until I'm killed?

He left the light on. I picked up my head and scanned the room. It was literally empty, but one of the walls looks like somebody started painting it white but stopped halfway down.

I've come to the conclusion that this is the basement of the man's house. Maybe the stairs to go up into the house are behind the door, which literally had five locks, all a different type, only one requiring a key.

The air in the room was damp and cool. Goosebumps rose on my legs and arms.

I tried to sleep but it wouldn't allow me to pass it's gates. I guess I would just have to wait until my kidnapper came back.

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading!

What happens to Rebecca next? What does her kidnapper want from her? Stay tuned to figure out.

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Mel