Rescued Into Love

Chapter Three

I slowly open my eyes to only see complete darkness. Where am I? I feel a thin grip tightly around my wrist and ankles keeping them together. I hear tires driving across road, but it doesn’t sound like concrete. Where am I? I try to speak, but I can’t make a sound. Duck tape across my lips. I try to remember the last thing I can think of. I was hit in the back of the head and now I am here. I was walking home from school. Did I get kidnapped? Am I gonna get raped? What’s going on? Am I gonna die? What do my parents do when they realize I am not home?

The car comes to a stop. Where are we? Where am I? I hear a car door open and footsteps hitting the ground. The door slams and the footsteps step closer to the trunk. My body trembles in fear just thinking who this kidnapper could be and what does he want with me? The trunk opens wide and I immediately close my eyes from the sunlight. It hasn’t been that long than I’d assume. I start to see a figure of a man.. boy? He reaches his hands out and I flinch as a reflect. I find surprising that he doesn’t do anything, but stand there with his hands. I slowly relax a bit. As my eyes adjust I can’t see his face because the sun is directly behind him. Making him look like the Devil himself. He lifts me up, bridal style, and carries me. I try to get a good look of his face, but my hair covers my eyes. His hands are firm and warm. Almost comforting. His footsteps get heavier and louder as he walks up wooden stairs and onto a wooden deck. He opens a door to a house, I assume, and walks inside. He closes the door with his foot. 

I can’t see much in here. It’s dark. He carries me a bit more and then drops me on a comfy couch. A ‘ooof’ sound tries to escapes my mouth, but it seal in from the duck tape. The kidnapper leaves me in the room, alone. I try to look around. I see a window. I could walk over and break through the window and run. I try to stand, but my body denies the demand to move. I feel as if I am stone. Did he drug me? I hear the front door open again and foot steps heading my way. I wait for the guy to come so I can see who he is. He stands in the hallway of the living room. It’s still dark in here. I can’t make out his face. He walks closer towards me and covers my eyes. I try to move, but I can’t. The struggle is real. He picks me up again, this time over his shoulders. He isn’t that buff. He is actually quite average. He carries me up some stairs into a room. He lays me down on something comfy, I assume a bed. He uncovers my eyes and I can see who it is. I stare at him in shock and fear. What is he gonna do to me?