No Escape.

Beginning Ends 2

Day

                            While I was over the man's shoulder, I noticed we were coming towards a black truck that read the letters B.L.A.C.K.I.E.S that also was very familiar to me. I've noticed that word one day when my adoptive dad, Deuce introduced me to a man whose shirt was named Blackies, but I didn't know exactly what he did. I just knew he did some kind of work with Deuce.
                    Snapping me out of my thoughts, the man threw me in the back of the truck and stood there gawking. His uncomfortable gaze left eerie tingles throughout my cold body. I instantly thought this could be a great change to escape; As I quickly got up deciding to fight back one more time. I kicked him in his lower abdomen as hard as I could and watched him double over, taking that as my que to escape. Just as soon as my foot touched the ground, I was then snatched back, simultaneously hitting my head on the hard concrete below instantly blacking me out. I could no longer move.

Later that day

                    I woke up to a foul odor that I couldn't decipher. It smelled as if garbage was mixed with sewage and ammonia cause me to gag. Realizing that I no longer had shoes nor pants on, I felt a very nippy chill pass through what looked to be a basement. I quickly tried to calm myself knowing if this situation got the best of me, I would've started breathing harder and I didn't have my inhaler with me. I said a mental prayer, hoping to find a way out and tried to think of ways to get these cuffs off my wrists. The fate of my life was depending on me. Nobody would notice if I disappeared now and I don't think anyone would actually care.