No pedophilia here, move on...
You were dozing off in your bed when you were abducted. It was a quiet summer night in Teufort and all you had on was an over-sized Nickelodeon t-shirt and some cotton shorts.
You were drinking in the intoxicating night sounds; crickets chirruping, radiator humming, a sudden yelp from the kitchen.
Wait. That's not right. You and your mother were the only one's in the house. And even then, all she was doing was drinking wine and flipping through people's magazines, nothing to warrant a yelp from the kitchen. (Maybe a bug or something)
You sat upright in your matress, straining your ears for anymore strange sounds.
Nothing. Silence. Quiet enough to make someone go mad. You crawl out of bed and fearfully make your way to the door. As you turn the knob, you audibly gulp in terror. When you step outside of your room, you almost sigh in relief. Nothing strange, at first.
Your mother had disappeared. Just a few seconds ago, you were listening to her flipping the thin pages of the magazine. Leaving your door open, you padded across your living room floor halfway before stopping abruptly.
You squinted your eyes at the sight of the kitchen. On the island was a half empty glass of red wine and an open magazine. You scanned your eyes across the room for ANY sign of abnormality. NOTHING.
Suddenly, something brushed against your right arm. You squealed in fear as you turned around... and nothing was there. Shivers ran up your spine as you stared at the area of where you thought someone was. The air around it rippled, like a stone thrown into a lake.
Not taking any chances, you sprinted back to your room and hid under your sheets. 'Oh please, Dear God, don't let anyone be there' you pleaded over and over in your head.
You finally mustered up the courage to peek out of your covers. You peered out a little, then froze.
Oh God.
Someone WAS there.
This stranger was leaning against your wall, a cigarette dangling from him/her lips. Whoever this was hid from the moonlight that shone through your window. They stood up and walked slowly into the natural light, revealing it to be a man, dressed in a blue-grey suit and donned a navy blue balaclava that only revealed his stone cold blue eyes and thin mouth.
He slowly trotted to the edge of your bed, taking a long drag of his cigarette. You trembled violently as he spoke.
"You are Y/n, yes?" His raspy French accent almost soothing.
Your mind raced for an answer. Of course you were Y/n, but what if he took no for an answer? You thought of your late mother, where she could be, HOW (of all things) is she?
"Y-yeah" you croaked. You were sitting up, your sweaty back against the wall.
He was at the side your bed now, right above you. The Frenchman kneeled to your level. You were paralyzed in terror. He took out a small folded handkerchief that was doused in something. "I really don't expect you to move. If you do... not the best" a tear rolled down your cheek as he gripped the back of your head and stuffed the handkerchief to your nose and mouth.
You struggled to hold your breath, but soon failed due to your small lungs.
"Shhh..." the man repeated as the chemical blurred your vision and put you to sleep.
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You woke up with a huge headache and a feeling of almost puking. Your hands and feet were bound together, making you immobile. You were constantly shivering as you scanned your environment.
