She opened her eyes to see the dark blue water that surrounded her. Trying to breathe she struggled and water began to fill her lungs. Panicking for air, more water filled her lungs and her body began to convulse as the last bit of air left her body. Pain surged through her as her body began to jerk vigorously. It all went black for the second time that night...
Emily was walking home with her boyfriend Travis when a black mustang sped past them. Startled, she jumped and continued to walk. The mustang came back down the road except this time it drifted a U-turn and stopped in front of the couple. A tall, muscled man in all black clothing stepped out of the car and began to walk towards them. Running in the opposite direction, Emily tripped on an uneven part of the sidewalk and Travis let go of her hand and sprinted away. Climbing back to her feet, she tried to run again but a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her the other way. She screamed but no one noticed her screams until it was too late.
Emily kicked and punched the man as he pulled her from the trunk of the mustang. "You can't do this to me! Leave me alone!" She screamed at him. He shook his head and pulled her to him. Struggling, she tried to escape his grasp only to wear herself out to the point she became limp. The man in black carried her to a small room and locked her in. She laid on the small bed and tried not to think of all the viably horrible things that he'd do to her. Crying to herself, she heard the lock on the door click and the handle rattle. She flung herself into a sitting position and guarded her chest and crossed her legs tightly. He walked to her and grabbed her arm tightly. "Come with me." He spoke cold and sternly. She walked beside him quietly in hopes of him releasing her. He walked her into a room with a table and two chairs. He pushed her to one of them, he turned to leave the room when he heard the chair squeak. Emily stopped moving as he stopped leaving the room. Beginning to tremble, she watched the mans shoulders tense. Her breathing became rushed as he turned slowly. He leaned down before threatening, "If you move again what's going to happen to you will be much worse." His words were like cold venom piercing her skin as she sat still waiting for him to return. A few minutes passed and he came back with another girl. She looked to be maybe 15 and her long brown hair was matted and her clothes were ripped and dirty. Emily tried not to cry when she saw the bruises around the brunettes arms and neck and the cut on her bottom lip. He shoved her into the chair in front of Emily and walked out of the room again. The girl across from Emily was frail and trembling as she looked across the table at her. Emily saw the way her cheeks dipped in and how dark under her eyes were. She must've been here a while. Then Emily realized who she was. Katie Jackson. She disappeared two years ago. She was only 13 when she was taken. The man walked in with two plastic trays each with a sandwich, an apple and a bottle of water on them. He placed them down in front of the girls before he gave them permission to eat. Emily scarfed down the sandwich and crunched the apple until there was only a core left. Then she chugged the water so fast the bottle crinkled as it shrunk. The man stared at that girls as they ate and took the trays after they had finished. "Hi." Emily whispered across the table. Katie just sat there staring blankly at the table. "I know who you are, you're Katie Jackson. You disappeared three years ago. I'm sorry for that. Who is he and why are we here?" She rushed in a hushed tone. "I don't know his name he makes me call him master. You'll see for yourself. Just wait." Her voice cracked as she spoke and a tear streamed down her cheek. The man came back and roughly grabbed Katie's arm yanking her from the chair and pulling her to the door. They disappeared and then Emily heard the mans heavy footsteps approaching. Her legs began shake and the color left her face. His shadow grew larger on the floor as he got closer and his calloused hand gripped her bicep as he yanked her from the chair. He dragged her to the room she was in before. He threw her down onto the bed before he closed the door behind him. Tears streamed Emily's face as she watched the man unbuckle his belt. Then the button and zipper of his black jeans. Her body began to shake and she scrambled to the farthest corner of the room curling her body into the fetal position. His pants hit the floor and his hands grabbed her body picking her up and pinning her to the bed. She tried to fight and scream until his hand gripped her throat. "I like it when they fight but that screaming must stop." His voice dripped venom as he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to let go now but if you scream I'll kill you. Nod your head if you understand." She nodded her head as tears poured from her eyes. She gasped the air into her lungs when his grip left her throat. His hands moved to her hips and he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them from her body. She tried to squirm away but he pinned her down again. He moved his right hand back to her hips and then ripped off her panties. She cried and pleaded and continued to squirm beneath him until she felt the cold metal of a blade against her thigh. It moved from the inside of her thigh to the outside as the blade sliced her skin. Warm blood began to trickle from the cut and across her thigh onto the bed. "I'd stay still or I'll do worse." He threatened. Then he spread her legs and forced his self inside her. Pain surged through her body as he fucked her. He finished after what felt like an hour and she had laid there bloody and tore. He buttoned his jeans and buckled his belt before he left. He shut the door after he left and she hear the clanking of the lock. The sound of his footsteps faded and she cried. Her whole body hurt and she couldn't breathe well. Her throat felt like it had collapsed and her stomach was in knots. She sat up and touched herself to try and feel the damage. She was ripped open and blood continued to pour. She then checked the cut on her thigh, it was shallow and the blood had clotted. She reached for her jeans and tried to put them on but pain surged through her arms, legs and in between her hips. Giving up she laid down beneath the blanket on the bed and cried until there wasn't anymore tears in her eyes and she fell asleep.
The door to the room opened and the man came back. He grabbed Emily by her arm and dragged her to the trunk of his mustang again. He shoved her into it and then drove to the lake. He tied her wrists together with zip ties and rope then the same with her ankles. He grabbed a final piece of rope and tied her ankles and wrists together and left part of the rope loose. Picking her up by the rope he had tied he carried her to the edge of the dock before tossing her into the row boat tied to the dock. He climbed in and I tied the boat and rowed out to the center of the lake before tying a cinder block to the extra rope he'd left earlier. He picked her up and threw her over the side and tossed the cinder block over the edge too. He watched her body sink as he rowed back to the dock.
She opened her eyes to see the dark blue water that surrounded her. Trying to breathe she struggled and water began to fill her lungs. Panicking for air, more water filled her lungs and her body began to convulse as the last bit of air left her body. Pain surged through her as her body began to jerk vigorously. It all went black for the second time that night...
