Someone had taken me.
I felt the cold air beneath me.
The covers weren't there.
There was something tight around my wrists.
My ankles were also in a great deal of pain.
I awoke to the scariest sight of my life.
Someone had tied me to a chair, arms and legs.
I was cold because I had nothing but my bikini on.
The room I was in had chains, ropes, belts, chairs, a table, and a lot of cameras.
Where was I?
Who Had Taken me?
What did they want from me?
The room was really dark.
I could barely breathe.
Then There was a noise.
Not loud.
but enough to be heard.
I turned my head to the direction of the sound.
It came from behind me.
And then someone was whispering in my ear.
"It's ok Bree. Don't be shy. I just need a few shots of you. You are so sexy. I want you as my girl, not Jason's."
And it went on and on.
The voice was deep, rough, and husky.
It had to be a man.
He passed in front of me, and I got a glimpse.
It was indeed Mr. Thibodeaux.
I was so many things at once, it was hard to explain.
Frightenend.
Terrified.
Cold.
Tired.
My bed was the only thing i wanted.
Mr. Thibodeaux started taking pictures of me.
A bright flash.
I felt naked and abandoned.
A hand touched me.
Inappropriately.
Where was Jason?
I screamed his name.
Then the hand slapped me hard across the face.
Jason came in the door and caught his father touching me.
He threw a chair at his dad.
'What the Hell do you think your are doing to my girlfriend?" the words came out furiously.
"Your girlfriend? you mean this little slut? She came onto me." his dad said glaring at me.
Jason Punched his father in the face.
He fell backwards and landed on the ground.
Then he began untying me.
My heart began to pound hard.
Jason had knocked his dad out.
He passed out.
I didn't care.
Once i was free, I ran out of Jason's house.
He tried stopping me.
I kept on running.
Down the dark street.
I didn't know where I was going or where it would take me.
The only thing I knew for sure was I couldn't be with Jason anymore.
I saw lights coming from far far far away.
Maybe my eyes weren't clear.
I woke up to things beeping.
A needle was in my left arm, taped.
The room was white.
A couch and table on one side and a door and a machine on the other.
Where was I?
What happened to me?
I couldn't remember a thing.
Had I lost my memory?
