My Kidnapper

One day while walking into a brick building I tripped and hit a wall. It was only the fact that I didn't remember tripping over anything. But as soon as I got up to see what the hell had happened my body was slammed into the same wall I "tripped" into earlier. As blood dripped into my eyes I lost all of my balance to gravity and almost fell to the cold ground. (I was barefoot.)

And then something stopped me. The next thing I knew I was lifted by rough hands and swung over something. A shoulder, I was swung over someone's shoulder. Suddenly I noticed a big white blur moving in the distance. But, it wasn't moving. I was the one moving. Whoever had picked me up was walking. As we got closer to the blur I was finally able to comprehend what it was. It was a van. A big, white, sketchy, van. I wondered how it got in but then I realized a massive hole was in the side of the building.

I would have screamed. I even opened my mouth to but nothing came out. It seemed as if I was too stunned to react to what was happening around me. The next thing I know everything goes black. And that's the last thing I saw, herd, or felt.

I only wish I knew what my kidnapper said. All I knew was that he was strong, male, and spoke at least two languages. I knew he was male by how deep his voice was. And I was left to wonder if that was going to be the last thing I'd ever know. Until I realized who my kidnapper was.