The good thing about unconsciousness is that it fades away. Over time, bits and pieces break off of the darkness and become more light-colored than black. I regain my senses.
The first piece is that I am alive.
The second piece is that I am sitting.
The third piece is that I am tied up.
One by one, my thoughts awake, giving way to fear. I am vaugely aware of a shroud of panic threatening to block out my vision once again.
I dig my tied hands into the rope. I must stay awake. I must.
Voices arrive to me, unbidden in my ears. What language are they speaking? Certainly not my language. My language doesn't sound like lions roaring.
Slowly my vision returns to me, followed by touch and hearing. The lions have ceased to roar, and begin speaking in English.
When I fully awake, a wave of forceful anxiety hits me in the chest. The unfamilliar garage I am in is not void of other life.
A group of boys are crowded in a corner. Speaking in hushed toned, they ignore me.
"Where am I?" My voice is broken. I swallow and raise my voice and head. "Where am I?"
A boy, older, older than me, walks slowly toward me, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. He has a brutal, scarred face, with squinted green eyes. A dark tattoo snakes up his neck and curls around his ear.
For a second he just stares at me, his eyebrows raised in a mocking scowl.
"Where am I? Where am I?" He sneers in a high-pitched voice. "I'll tell you where you are. You are now in a little place called, um, under our complete control?" His eyebrows raise as he glances at his friends.
They laugh. Cruel, mean laughs. But one boy on the sidelines of the group catches my eye. His mouth laughs, but his eyes look at me with concern.
Sad, scared concern.
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Taken
RomanceWhat would you do if you were taken? Shae Mallory is kidnapped in the middle of the night by a group of teenage boys. She is tied up, and left in a chair. She is given nothing to eat or drink. But something surprising happens: one of the boys falls...
