Trauma

Part 34 "The Incident"

I went outside of the station and started to hum. I was in a good mood despite the slight irritation I felt previously. It didn't matter in the end. I was going to see Evan today, and I might as well make the best of it other than pouting and crying.

"Hey, you. Come here for a second." A man said to me. Who is this creep? I decided to ignore him and started to up my pace.

"Hey, Didn't you hear me?" The man said as he grabbed my wrist.

"Ow! What are you doing?! Let go of me!" I resisted. Who was this psycho? I tried to get out of his grasp, but his grip only got stronger.

"Hey! Let the lady go!" A man said, eyeing the man who was grabbing me. I felt a tide of relief. Finally! I could just go on my way with this creep's hand far away from me.

"You are mistaken, Sir. It's just a misunderstanding. My girlfriend here drank a little too much and she is now completely drunk. She always tries to run when she is drunk." The man sighed as he firmly grabbed my wrist.

My face was all flustered. What the fuck was he talking about?

"No! That's not the case!! I don't know him! Please help me!!" I yelled as I struggled.

"Honey, I am just trying to take you home. Your mom is going to blow a gasket when she sees the state you are in." The creep said, sighing as he started to pat me on the back.

"Drunk in the middle of the daylight!" My only hope walked away, shaking his head.

"Help-" I started to yell when the creep whispered to me. "I'll look at what I'm holding if I were you."

I glanced at his hand which was around my waist. A knife glistened while I sucked in a cold breath.

"Come quietly if you want to live. If you try to scream one more time, the knife goes in. Got it?" The creep whispered. I quickly nodded. I wasn't going to risk yelling just to end up dead.

I followed his lead, with the knife still at my side. We kept on going inside a maze-like neighborhood alleyway and I had already lost track where I was.

The creep quickly blindfolded me as we got near his house. It was a semi-basement, and that was the last thing I saw.

As I couldn't see anything through the blindfold, I concentrated all my senses at my hearing. The creep didn't unlock his door and just opened it. Why was it just left open? Was somebody there already? What was he going to do with me? Was he going to rape me? Kill me?

I whimpered. He pushed me roughly to the ground, and kicked me hard on the stomach. The air got knocked out of me, tears spilling out of my eyes.

As I let out a scream, the man quickly turned up the sound of the TV as he hit the side of my neck.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I said shut up." The creep kept hitting me right on the neck as I tried screaming. After a while, I could barely speak. My throat was so sore that I couldn't mutter a word. I was sure it would be covered in brusies soon.

I opened my eyes, just to see a black cloth surrounding my eyes. I sucked in a breath as I peeped down. The blindfold must have moved when the man hit me because I could see a little bit of the floor.

The floor was littered with various kind of ropes that seemed like it was used to rope boxes.

The house was damp and dark, giving me the shivers.

I felt a sudden touch and pulled myself into a ball. The creep kicked me hard in the stomach, making me limp.

"Fucking hold still!" The creep yelled as he tried to take off my pants. I struggled, using all of my energy. I had to stop him. I had to.