Torturous [Fillie]

Kidnap

Flashback
Thirty Years Ago

-She was only walking home from school, minding her own business with her books in her hands and her book bag on her shoulder. Winona had heard about kidnappers and predators and the ways that they could lure children into their trap. She was smart and understood that stuff. And she never thought that she would be stupid enough to believe that the man with a bloody arm crying for help was actually in pain.

At seventeen years old, Winona Ryder had been abducted on her way home from school. She stranger on the sidewalk took her. The last thing she saw before he placed a cloth over her nose and her mouth after grabbing her waist to hold her still was his face. He was angry and scary. Then when she woke up, her hands were tied to a chair and so were her ankles. The young woman had duct tape over her mouth to keep her from making a sound. She noticed that she wasn't on the regular path to home anymore, but in a kitchen. It looked normal with a coffee maker, cookie jars, everything that a used kitchen would have. It certainly didn't look like a creepy kidnapper's kitchen.

She heard footsteps coming from the hallway after letting out a few tears and panicking, thinking of all the horrible things he could do to her. Noni wondered if anyone knew where she was or even cared. Of course her parents cared, but are they worried? Do they know what happened? The same man that kidnapped her, he stepped into the kitchen. He looked cleaner than before. His skin was pale and his hair was sort of a light brown color. He looked to be older than Winona and was probably in his thirties. He just smiled at the teenage girl as he put on a big long brown trench coat and a black baseball hat. "I'm afraid I won't be doing anything with you today. The feds have found me and are on their way."

Winona just looked at him with wide eyes. She wonders what he would do to her if he had enough time to. "But don't worry darling, I'll be back someday. Later, kid." He left. The cops never found him, but when they arrived to the house, they not only found Winona tied up in the kitchen. The police had found a twenty-six year old rape victim who was eight months pregnant hiding in the bathtub and a fifteen year old girl dead in the attic who looked to be hiding up there to escape the man's torture. Winona was sickened by it all.

Twelve years later

"Good morning, Hawkins. Today marks the twelve year anniversary of the local kidnapping of a seventeen year old Winona Ryder, who's case was much lighter than another local victim Susan Irwin, who unfortunately could not join us for today. Luckily, Winona Ryder is here today," the female news anchor smiles as she talks to the cameras before turning her attention onto twenty-nine year old Noni. "Winona, how do you feel twelve years later?" The young woman with dark short black hair smiled a little. "I feel good, I just started my second year of law school and I want to be a detective. I still wonder what that man had in mind for me, but I'm just thankful that he didn't do anything as extreme as what I heard he did to Susan." "Now did you know about the other women?"

Winona shook her head. "I had no idea about the women or the illegal drugs or weapons," she paused, trying not to tear up over the thoughts she had, the 'what if's. "I just remember waking up in a kitchen, a well and clean kitchen, and then he walked past that kitchen, looked at me, and he said these words. I don't even remember the words anymore, but he said something about that he'd come back for me maybe. At the time, I will admit, I was scared of his words, but then when I heard that a week later the police found him dead in a playground, I didn't worry anymore and I felt safe."

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That night, Winona spent the evening at her mother's house like how she sometimes did. She just felt safer in the environment. But that night, her parents went out for a dinner party and Noni was home alone. She's never been scared of staying home by herself. But when someone came to the door and knocked, she did feel a bit weirded out, seeing as it was a little after ten o'clock. When she opened the door for the late night guest, he immediately grabbed her, covered her mouth, and dragged her to the back of his van a couple houses down. He drove off after tying her up. "Did you miss me, Winona?" He yelled back to her as she was squirming in the back of the van. "I told you I'd be back someday." The woman froze and her eyes went wide as she realized who this guy was. Her kidnapper from twelve years ago.

Nine Months Later

Nine months. Nine whole months is how long Winona had been missing. How does she know? She's expecting, and quite soon. Noni never thought that her first born would be by her worst enemy and rapist. She doesn't even want a baby now. She wanted to focus on school and become an officer or detective so she can help people like her. For nine months, she has been used by this man.

"Winnie," He called for the woman in her gross dirty bedroom as before taking a sip from his bourbon. Soft jazz music was playing at a very low volume and he sways along with it. "Come dance with me, baby." He starts getting more into the music. The very pregnant woman held onto the wall with one hand and her back with the other as she carefully stepped out into the living room taking deep breaths. She had been having contractions all morning and felt very lightheaded as well as weak. "Dance with me, Winnie." He smiles and holds his arms out.

She looked at the well dressed man and then suddenly, her water broke. He became angry at Winona, slamming his drink down and marching towards her to slap her across the face. Winona fell and groaned. "You got all of your fluids all over my carpet!" The woman just holds her stomach in pain and tried not to scream or push. The man recognized what was happening and helped her up. "Come on, get up now. I don't have much time left." He carried her to the couch and sat her down there before running to his room, packing up his things, and leaving through the window. Winona was soon had her first baby boy and about ten hours later, she would find out that the monster who was responsible had left. She called the police, told them everything, and then a couple days later she put her baby into foster care. That was all eighteen years before Finn would torture his victims.-