Last night, I wept so much until I cried myself to sleep. The rattle of metal door bursting open woke me up the next day.
I lift my head and looked at the door. I saw two tall and muscular men in black hoodie standing in the doorway. My mouth fell open when I found them holding chains and shackles in their hands.
As they made their way towards me, I sat up and backed away until my back hit the stone wall.
"Get up!" one of them ordered after they already stood in front of me.
Pushing aside the feelings of fear, I refused to follow their order.
Since I didn't want to cooperate, they roughly pulled me up to my feet. After that, one of them took a blindfold out of his pocket and then put it across my eyes.
"What are you doing?" I tried to slip the blindfold off me, but both of them grabbed my hands and chained my wrists in front of me. Before I could react, they also put shackles around my feet.
"Walk!" one of the men ordered me while yanking my chain forwards.
I stayed still, didn't want to obey him.
"I said, walk!" He repeated, snapping at me.
"No!" I insisted.
"Do you want to walk on your own or do I have to carry you again like a sack of potatoes?" The man on my left threatened.
"Okay, okay, I'll walk," I said.
Reluctantly, I started to trudge forward. Blindfolded, I tripped on the doorstep. I almost fell, but the guy on my right grabbed my arms before my body collided with the floor.
"Watch your step!" He warned me sarcastically.
"How can I watch my steps when I'm blindfolded?" I retorted.
Unexpectedly, the man on the left slapped my cheek hard. "Never speak unless we ask you to! Do you understand?"
I bit my lower lip to hold back a sob.
He yanked my hair up. "Answer me! Do you understand me or not?"
"Y-yes," I stuttered.
"Good! Now keep moving!" He pushed me over.
"Ouch!" I whimpered when I landed on the floor with a thud.
I heard the man on my right side letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Come on!" He grabbed my arms and hoisted me up. After that, he pulled me along with him.
They dragged me through many turns. Even if I weren't blindfolded, I think I would find it difficult to remember every turn we took.
After walking for a few minutes, at last we stopped. Out of the blue, the voices of girls screaming and crying met my ears. I right away knew that I wasn't the only hostage here.
My blindfold was finally being pulled. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to adjust my vision. After everything became clear, I looked around the room. I found myself standing in the middle of a large hall. I joined in a queue with other girls who were also chained up just like me. There were at least 20 of us. And I was in the hindmost of the queue.
Dozens armed guards were encircling us. They were watching us with menacing looks.
The circle of guards suddenly parted, revealing a tall muscular man with a pale complexion and dark hair. He looked young. Maybe he was in his late twenties, or early thirties utmost. I hate to admit this, but I couldn't lie that he's the most handsome man I'd ever met.
