She screamed and screamed, begging and pleading for the help she knew she couldn't get and finally, everything got quiet. The lack of fresh air caused her to faint.
When the man finally got to his beautiful house, he picked her up and brought into a bright purple room. "Purple" he thought, "her favorite color".
When Marisa awoke, she found herself handcuffed to a beautiful bed in the room she's been dreaming of since she was a teenager. "But how?", she thought "how does he know everything?"
He entered the room flashing his dazzling smile with a tray of her favorite things, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Hawaiian punch. She was now in shock. This man knew everything, but how?
When he pushed his hair back and revealed his bright hazel eyes, she smiled and then she realized that this was her kidnapper. She had watched many movies like this, and knew better than to yell and scream.
"How do you know my name? And everything else?" "Oh, Marisa, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough". He turned the lights off and left the plate. He said one thing before he left, "You will forever be mine, duckling".
"Oh no, it can't be" thought Marisa. "Daniel" she said quietly "not again".
Meanwhile:
"Oh Richard, my baby girl. I'm worried sick. She may be a drunk but she's never stupid" stated her mother. "Fine then Maritza, get in the car. We'll go to the bar and check"
They got into the car and drove to the bar. The bartender told them that Marisa had left about two and a half hours ago and that she possibly left with a man.
Maritza started to worry but Richard told her to not worry and that she was with a man, but Maritza went on and on about a man named Daniel. "He's tried once before when Marisa was in high school and he was released from prison not too long ago, Richard. Do not say I have no reason to worry".
She had a point so Richard said "if she's not home by morning, we will contact the police". And with that they drove away, not knowing the horrible, excruciating pain their daughter had in store.
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Rejection
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