Abducted

16. Welcome Home

Sam pulled a syringe out of his pocket. He lifted my chin and jabbed me in the collar bone. I squeaked. He hit a nerve and inserted the liquid. I felt hazy. Sam put the needle back in his pocket.

He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "You live here," No I didn't! I lived...um...where did I live? Where ever it was it definatly wasn't here.

Sam then left. I laid there for a bit. Eventually, I slipped asleep.

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"Get up," I let out a yelp as hot pain spread across my face. Did he really have to slap me? I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was Sam.  "We're leaving." A plate of burnt waffles was placed in my lap. I choked them down, remembering the last time I had refused food. I still had the scars.

Sam tied my legs together just below my knees and bound my wrists as well. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack and headed out. I was blinded by the light outside. Realizing my chance, I screamed.

"HELP! I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! HE-" I was cut short. Sam threw me on the ground and put his hands around my throat.

"Jackson! I need some assistance!" He called out. Jackson came up and flipped out his knife. Sam positioned me so I was sitting against him, my head on his chest. Jackson grabbed my left leg.

I flinched as the blade popped through my skin. I tried to look away, but Sam held my head in place. I watched the blood create a small stream down my leg. Whimpering, I closed my eyes. Finally, the pain stopped. I was thrown in the back of the truck. Once the doors were closed I opened my eyes. Sam was back here with me.

"Why?" I whispered. Sam continued to stare at me. I glared back. After

a while, Sam pulled out a First-Aid kit. He took out a syringe. Pulling me towards him, he sat on my legs and jabbed me in the arm this time. Numbness spred through my body. Sam sat on me for about half an hour. That was half an hour too many, if you ask me.

He pulled my shirt up to reveal my scars. Sam traced them, the one that was the length of my torso, and the words, "Bad girl, bad gi". He rubbed his hands on my stomach, making me squirm.

"Stop," My voice wavered. Sam just smiled at me. I shuddered. He moved up to my arms, leaning closer to my face. "Stop it!" I shouted. I was shaking. Sam had kissed me before and I didn't want him to kiss me again. "Stop!" I shouted, louder now. Tears began to well in my eyes.

"Sam, please," I begged, "Stop." And he didn't. I knew he wouldn't. Not until he got what he wanted. I screamed and thrashed, but nothing would work. He just held me down. Then, he grabbed a scissor and started to cut my shirt. He only went a third of the way before getting out another needle and stuck it in my ribs.

The car stopped and he left the needle there. Sam checked the sizing on my clothes and got out. I screamed, until  the liquid in the needle made me drowsy and I fell asleep.