Taken

Chapter 1: I will castrate you with a spoon

              ********Mazekeene**********

"Don't worry Popo mama is coming back," I yell at Popo as I grab my keys and run out of the condo.

I thought I asked Miley to buy Popo food when she went to the dollar store but no she forgot. Fudge. It's 10 P.M and I'm heading out to buy Popo food.

I run to the store cause i dont want to get mugged or kidnapped because if im not home Popo will surely die since I actually take care of him yet he isn't even mine he's Miley's.

I grab his food pay and quickly run out of the store and towards the apartment. I have this weird feeling someone is following me but I brush it off as me being paranoid.

Suddenly I feel I hand on my mouth and a cold thing on my side.

"Make any sound and I shoot," a raspy voice says.

I know it's a dumb move but it's better to try cause Popo needs food. I bite the hand covering my mouth and the owner lets me go shouting.

I quickly turn around and knee him in the groin. He sinks to his knees holding his crotch groaning in pain.

"You fucking bitch," he yells.

"Stop cussing!" I yell back as I run for my life.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my thigh causing me to stop and tumble to the ground. I touch my leg and feel something wet trickle from my leg. I touch the liquid and see red on my fingers.

I ignore the pain and pull out the bullet.
The man walks up to me twirling his gun in his hand.

"Payback b*tch," he laughs before hitting my head with his gun making me go night night.

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When did my bed get so hard and cold?
Did I fall asleep in the bathroom again?
Where is Popo? Why the hell are my hands tied? More importantly, where the Fudge am I?

I surveyed my surroundings. The room is small poorly lit and whoever designed it us either blind or just plain stupid.

Suddenly I heard voices from outside the room. Play asleep. It's worked in movies so it'll work now.

"Can I use her? I'm sure boss won't notice," a voice i recognized as that of my kidnapper said.

"Brother I advise you not to because if he finds out you'll wish you'd never been born but I can't stop you," another voice warned him.

Use her? What does he mean? Wait ... does he mean me? For wha ... ooh. Oh hell no!

Suddenly the door opens and I close my eyes wishing it was a dream. I hear the thud of boots heading towards me. Hot breath begins fanning my face.

Hands begin touching my bare feet then climb upwards along my legs. I'm squirming right now and trying to prevent tears from pouring from my eyes.

When he was about to touch my inner thigh I'd had enough.

"If you don't get your filthy sausage fingers off me so help me I'll castrate you with a spoon!" I yelled at him.

He looked at me and laughed before totally ignoring what I said and continuing.

"What you gonna do?" he said laughing before tearing my shirt exposing my bra.

I am not getting raped tonight. I know I said I'd never do this again but desperate times call for desperate measures.

While he was occupied oggling my breasts I pulled my hands and broke the cuffs binding me to the wall.

"This," I said before punching him and landing a kick where the sun don't shine.

"I actually really liked this shirt," I said before kicking him again and running out.

I ran as fast as I could without looking back. I didn't stop until I felt safe. By the time I was done I was drained. It'd been long since I'd last done this. If I knew my mate then I'd be at full strength.

My throat felt dry and parched. A gun went off, the bullet hitting my leg. Why do they keep doing that?

"Your coming with me," a voice whispers into my ear. The owner suddenly stabs my leg with a knife. Fudge!

I turn around and laugh menacingly, pushing my attacker to the ground.

"Do you always have to go for my leg? First two bullet now this," I yell as I pull out the blade, dig out the bullet and throw them on the ground. The hole disappears leaving not even a scar.

"W...w...what a..a.are you,"he says trembling.

"Your worst nightmare," I reply walking closer. I can hear the blood coasting through his veins. It's as if its calling me beckoning me to take a sip.

The man on the ground below me gets up and punches my face but I don't budge.

"Don't you know..." I start but he punches me again.

"Don't you know it's..." he punches me again.

"Don't you know it's wro..." he punches again.

"Don't you know it's wrong ... Fudge no! Let me finish," I said grabbing his fist,"I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, don't you know it's wrong to hit a lady."

Honestly even you readers can agree with me, if it doesn't work the first time why expect it to work on the tenth? The man decides why not try to knee me in the no no touch swear zone but I'm way ahead of him.

"Wrong move buddy," I whisper in his ear before biting down in his neck and draining the life out of him. I let his lifeless body fall to the ground before I walk away.

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"Where's the restroom," I ask an attendant at a gas station. I had walked for two miles before coming across this place.

"Out back to the right ," he said without looking at me. It was probably better if he didn't see me anyway. I didn't want to cause any more deaths tonight.

I washed off the dry blood on my cheeks. I went back to the attendant cause I had no idea where the hell I was.

"Excuse me but where is this?" I ask.

"Were in Arizona," he said his eyes focused on his phone.

"Where's the nearest bus station."

"In about a mile."

I thank the man, buy some water and a shirt then nod leave. This is gonna be a long day.