It was nearly midnight malia knew she would get an earful when she gets home. She hated walking alone in the dark. She wasnt scared of the dark, just of what was in it. But for some reason she didnt feel alone. She felt like there was someone with her, someone following her. She got goosebumps. Something didnt feel right . she looked behind her,left,right and above but there was no one.
After a while Malia started to worry. She texted her mother and told her she would be home soon. She had a way of getting home quicker. there was a shortcut through a forest that lead to a path to her house. She never done it at night but she gave it a go for the first time. While she was walking through the forest she saw something. A man in a white mask with blood stains all over him he had a whip in his left hand and a sharp pointy knife with blood tripping of it. Malia screamed for dear life . She ran as fast as her legs could carry her . Which at this point wasnt fast enough . She ran and ran and with every step she took the forest felt longer. She eventually made it out of the forest and ran down the street. She looked behind her and didnt see the masked man . she stopped. look around her and then she got grabbed . her mouth was covered.it was the masked man. he had her in his arms and dragged her through the forest by her hair. she tried to scream for help but he taped up her mouth. He pulled her up to a cabin and dragged her to an underground tunnel underneath his cabin. It was a long corridormade of thick brick walls and then at the end of the corridor was a big door made of re-inforced steel.He threw her in the room and locked the door.Her head hit the wall and she got knocked out.
The next day she woke up , she felt her head, she got a lump on it, it hurt, alot.She didnt know what time of day it was, or if it was night or day.All she knew was she was trapped and she had to get out. She kicked the door and threw stuff at it, there wasnt much to throw only a chair and a bed base . She was trapped.She was kidnapped by the masked man and her only hope was to set up a plan to save herself.
A hour later the man walked in , he looked the same as yesterday in his cloak and white bloody mask."Breakfast." said the masked man. He scared her with the way he said it.He said that they are going shopping and he had to go with her . "Are you going in your mask?" questioned Malia. "Yes , in my mask". Said the masked man.
They went to the shop but he had her tied to his arm with a childs strap that you put on a kid when they are learning to walk. " Why am i strapped to you?" asked malia, "Because i need to mind you , your mine now." Growled the masked man. They went and got the things they needed and then he put her in the car strapped to the door.
"when they got home he told her to make him dinner , he sent her to the kitchen and watched her make the food, whenever she done something wrong he would whip her across the thigh and give out to her. By the time she was fiished making it her legs would be purple and bleeding. She hated having to make him food, all the whips and kicks and punches she got were harder every day. She wondered how long it would take before she could escape this house of horrors.
A few years later malia was 18, She got a small little bun with 18 sprinkles on top. "Eighteen , like your age." he said. "thanks." said malia. Then he left and locked the door. " 4 years here now."said malia."When will i ever get out".
A few hours later the man asked her to go wash his car , he sat and watched her hoover and scrub his car . After a while his phone rang . It was a guy he owed money to for the drugs he was given and he needed to pay them the rest . He said he has the money and that he would go get it for them to collect. He went inside and that was the moment when Malia had a chance to escape she started to look for a spot to escape through she seen the fence it was unlocked she ran for her life up the driveway and out the fence. She was free. safe from harm, she would see her mother again. when she got out the gateway all she seen was a big long bendy road to the town. She ran and found a house the woman was out watering her plants. "Help me please , i was kidnapped a few years ago mc name is malia mccaul , please phone the police!" cried malia. " oh dear! , of course i will come in.come in ." said the woman. Malia went in and sat down , the woman put a blanket on malias shoulders and gave her tea. The woman phoned the police and told them the story and then within 20 mins the police were at the womans house and phoned malias mother saying that they found her daughter and they will drop her home soon. They sat down with malia and asked her questions. They asked malia to give directions to the guys house and they went and arrested him. They brought him to jail and he got 30 years in prison. Malia was so proud , she was away from that guys house and will be re-united with her mother one again, she couldnt wait to see her mother again. It had been so long . It felt like she forgot who her mum was , she always had a picture with her of her mum. But she needed to see what she looked like now. The police got in the car and brought her home , it was a new home. Not the same one from before. But malia didnt careshe just wanted to see her mum and cuddle her tightly. She walked up to the door with her hands behind her. Her mum answered the door she looked so much different , her hair was shorter and was black not brown like before she looked older. Malia said hi and her mother grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek , Malia felt safe again , safe with her mother , it was so nice to be with her mum again.She thought she would never meet her again , that she would die of hunger and suffer depression and loneliness down in the room of hate and harm in the masked mans house . she still had cuts and bruises on her thighs and knees and arms from all the whacks and whippings she got from the masked man but she didnt care . She was home and thats all she cared about at that moment of her life.
She had a big long catch up with her mother and a long conversation over tea and biscuits about what had happened over the last 4 and a half years . She was shy to talk because it was like talking to a complete stranger. She hadnt spoke to a person properly for 4 years without getting a slap or a kick if she said something wrong. But she did it , she done her best. Her mum treated her cuts and bruises like she did when malia was a youngster. She loved it , she loved being able to do what she wanted again and go out and about doing stuff instead of being locked in a dark , damp, empty undeground cell. She made new friends and went on nights out drinking and socializing with people and instead of walking home she would get a taxi and go home. She enjoyed partying with friends more than ever because she hadnt partied in a long time.
A few years later she got married and had a baby daughter and son , she named them luke and molly . Luke was 6 and Molly was 4 , she minded them and had them glued to her , she never wanted them to get stolen or anything like what happened to her to happen to them . she had them glued to her and if she kept it like that , thats all that mattered.
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