I awake to a dark room with a small lamp in the corner. I'm in an uncomfortable chair made of wood it hurts my ass more than an airplane chair. I go to move my hands from behind me but the are cuffed together. I feel something trickle down my hands, its my own blood. When i tried to move the must have been to tight and i must have cut my wrist. I look down at my ankles from the side, handcuffed as well.
I begin to think of what I last remember. I remember going to the mall, having fun, and then blacking out. Immediate thoughts begin to go through my head, my mind is running a million miles a minute. 'Where Am I?' and 'Whats going on?' are frequent questions I ask myself.
"Hello!?! Is anybody there?!?" I scream for my life. "HELLO!?!" I begin to cry for help.
"Shut up you stupid bitch!" A yelling noise comes through the doors. I hope i haven't made them angry.
My face turns bright red, i can feel it. This is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. I immediately begin to sob into my shirt. I'm scared alone and have no where to go. I cannot move nor can i call for help. I know he took my phone or else I would feel it in my pocket and would be going for it trying to get help as soon as possible. I continue to struggle. I struggle to the point where im exhausted, i slowly pass out.
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I awaken to see my kidnapper on the other side of the room. I don't wanna show him I'm afraid, I want him to know I'm not going to put up with his bull-shit. I look up, I see a man maybe late 20's or early 30's. I sit up straight and adjust my positioning, "So you're him." I say in a semi-confident voice, its hard to be completely confident when this is happening.
"What do you mean doll face?" he gives me a crooked smile, almost like a psychopathic sort of smile.
"The guy who yelled in here and called me a bitch, not to mention the guy who got me off the street?" I ask him tilting my head to the side acting like i know everything when i know nothing.
"Yes, I did call you a bitch now didn't I? And no i didn'ttake you off the street, I Have people who do that for me." He responds to my question. He looks like an average joe to someone on the street but not me i see a version of Satan i was hoping to never see in my lifetime.
He walks up over to me and bends in front of me so we are face to face, he stares at me his bright blue eyes into my deep green eyes. But all i can see is red. "You are mine now." He whispers into my ear. "Now eat up." he goes around back and uncuffs my wrists. It feels amazing.He then comes around front and places a plate on my lap. Its a sandwich and there is a glass of milk on the right hand side of my chair.
I'm shocked, but i look him in the eyes. I'm scared to eat this food what does it have in it? I eat it anyway i don't wanna get in trouble or yelled at. He smiles and nods as if this is the best thing he has ever seen. He stands straight up and walks away, slowly but shortly, he is gone, out of sight. I continue to eat the sandwich, it doesn't taste bad like anything is wrong with it.
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I finish the sand which after a short amount of time, it was only small. I drink my glass of milk, and then put the cup and plate to the side, but he was smart he gave me a paper plate and a plastic cup so i couldn't try anything. I feel my wrists, the blood is dried onto my hands and the wound's still semi-fresh. I gently feel my left wrist, it stings more than a bee does. I try to stand to stretch, mt knees are very weak. I can only stand for a matter of 10-20 seconds before wanting to fall over, so i must sit back down.
I Begin to look around, my only light is still that dim-lit lamp. "Why me?" I begin to say silently to myself. I never did anything to brutal to anger someone to the point where they want to kidnap me. All i can do now is pretty much twiddle my thumbs and try and remember the good things that make me smile. Like little Jimmy, ya we argued but i loved him so much. It's only been a day but i miss seeing his little green eyes staring into mine asking me if I can go and play with him. Or when he would be asleep so quietly and i would bring him to bed. Just the small things. Mother is probably worried sick, she probably already has the police notified and has probably called Julia asking if she had seen me. I miss mother more than i ever thought I would. I miss her soft kisses on my forehead and the way when i was younger that she would cuddle me when i had a bad dream.
I continuously think of my family and tears begin to sob, my shirt is already wet from when i cried earlier, now I'm going to make it even worse. Five minutes later i hear a door open and close, here he come.
"You ate all your food. Good, now you get a reward." He says. I hear the word reward and I'm hoping it means he will let me go, but even I know that that isn't what is going to happen. He gets on his knees and begins to undo the handcuffs on my ankles. He picks me up and helps me walk. He walks me out of this room into another, but before we reach the door he puts a blindfold over my eyes where i cannot see where the rooms windows and exits are.
We enter a room and i can feel steam all around my body, I hear a door close and in a matter of just seconds the blindfold is off, we are in a bathroom. I see a bath full of hot water.
"Have a bath, you need it." He says to me.
"Do you mind leaving the room then?" I ask, i don't want him to see me in the flesh.
"Bath, Now and no i will not leave." He says angrily.
"Then I won't take a bath!" I reply in a harsh tone.
"Fine you don't want your reward!" He whips me around so i face him and i feel a quick slap across my face. It hurts more than anything I've ever felt. I slowly begin to see the world around me disappear.
