Taken

✦ Chapter Two ✦

The car journey was treacherously long.

At first I was panicked but after scratching and banging the boot lid endlessly for an hour or so and the longer I was stuffed in that horrid, stuffy space the more bored I got. I may have even drifted into a slight sleep at some point.

Don't get me wrong. I was worried like hell but at present moment I had no game plan. I had no keys, no phone, no weapon I could use to somehow fend off my attacker once released from this urine-scented cage. To say the least the car stunk worse than the dumpster behind the diner I happened to work.

I didn't even think it was a good idea to run once I had the chance. We'd been driving for a long time now, possibly five or more hours and were definitely hundreds of miles from anywhere I knew.

My legs were numb and sore from behind bent in an uncomfortably awkward position and my eyes longed for light. All I wanted was food and a chance to stretch my legs.

I felt the car begin to slow and the sound of gravel crumpled beneath the rubber tires in a crunching manner. We seemed to be approaching somewhere.

"Oh god, here we go" I hushed to myself. For all I knew I'd be sucked into some creepo sex slave industry or tortured to death or murdered simply because whoever these people were had the had the power to murder a seemingly defenceless 5ft 2 girl.

I felt the vehicle come to a halt rather abruptly and subconsciously took a gulp. I desperately raided my mind trying to come up with a decent plan but sadly, nothing. There seemed to be nothing I could do. It's not like I could hit my kidnapper and simply run for it. I hadn't the slightest idea where I was.

The rust encrusted lid was flung open violently and zesty bright light bathed the interior of the ratty trunk. My eyelids fluttered vigourously, obviously not accustomed to the brightness after being in the dark for so long. I could feel water rim on my waterline and a stingy sensation prickle in my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was because of the light or because I was scared. I'm assuming both.

I was about to scream but my mouth was as dry as the Sahara. My tired eyes finally focused and laid on the big asswipe of a thing that brought me here. That stole me here.

Deep set dark brown eyes. Dirty stubble adorning his chin(s). Tattoos scribbled everywhere and I do mean everywhere. There was even a painful looking anchor on his left temple. And his shapeless face looked even more round due to the baldness on top of his greasy, reflective head.

Once again, he grabbed my fragile body with ease, throwing me carelessly over his broad shoulder earning a yelp from me.

I thumped my wrists into his wall of a back leaving him to only chuckle at my weakling, tired attempts. He was more than twice the size of me and I knew I was no match to a boulder with limbs like himself.

"Let go!" I would desperately wail but inside I knew it was no use. Judging by the surroundings we were in the countryside, miles from Henway. Miles away from anyone.

Plus I was utterly exhausted and screaming my lungs off didn't sound too appealing honestly, despite the menacing situation.

The house that the vechicle was parked outside was insanely massive. My kidnapper was obviously loaded. Which surpirsed me as he looked like some greasy drug dealing mug who was an alcoholic low-life but his luxurious house had me questioning otherwise. my initial thought was that this wasn't his house but rather the house of his employer. His 'Boss' as he had earlier referred to him when he so gracefully introduced himself to me.

I was being carried through the house before suddenly being dropped on cold cement floor. I yelped at my wrist collided with the ground. The floor felt damp and felt sticky. Nothing too far away from prision conditions I was damn sure. Possibly even worse.

The aggressor just smiled a menacing smile down at me. Looking down at me like I was a huge glazed donut from Krispie Kreme.

"He'll be with you later" was all he said before closing a thick steel door and bolting it shut. It wasn't loud but it clearly was in desperate need of a oil job. It squeaked horrendously irritatingly.

I looked around.

The room was sort of a decent size and was an unusual shape with many walls. It had damp grey walls, decorated with dribbles of moisture. There were no windows, the only light source being an ancient looking lightbulb that swayed gently from a draft seeming to come from a overhead air vent. The room had a few furnishings; a dusty table, a few questionable beds and an extremely old plush couch that looked like it had time-travelled from the 70's.

I stood up from the cold flooring and sucked in a breath as I felt my wrist twang in pain as I used it to push myself up. I could tell a nasty bruise would form soon enough.

I walked over cautiously to the bed at the back of the room, as far away from the door as possible. I knew sleep wasn't likely to come tonight but it was better to lie on the stained grey mattress than the cold, insect-infected cement floor.

I heard a groan from my left and immediately gasped at the fright. I thought I was alone but on the mattress to the left of mine a guy was laying face down on the thin sheets, head buried in his pillow. I guess he was asleep.

From what I could tell with the poor lighting, he had dirty blonde dishevelled hair and had a rather muscular back. I began to wonder why he was here and then wondered why I was here too.

I was nothing special. I couldn't comprehend why anyone would want to steal me. It felt weird to phrase it like that but I suppose it was true. I had been stolen. Scooped up from my ordinary boring life and thrown into a cement prison for no reason whatsoever.

I was pretty much ordinary. I was a simple college girl, attempting to get my philosophy degree spending my oh-so-precious weekends working at the local diner joint near campus as opposed to getting drunk and sleeping with the first thing I could find with a pulse.

Fun.

"Who the hell are you?" A raspy voice sounded, echo bouncing from the walls.

Shit.