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- Kidnapped and Phone Call -

I crawled limply towards the door, a piece of a paperclip in my hand.
The wound on my stomach keeps spurting out more blood as I dragged my almost lifeless self, blood creating a trace for the crazy asshole to remember.

I twisted the paperclip scarcely, biting back the scream that I want to let out from the pain I felt. Silent plea keep being repeat in my heart, hoping to whatever god out there to at least show me some kind of miracle and help me in this hellish situation.

Click!
I want to scream in victory but there's no time for that. I pushed the door open and slowly as I could and thankfully no one was inside. I stepped out (or more like limped out) of the humid basement, quickly making my way up the countless stairs. Yeah, as quick as a wounded person could. I saw a glass-less window by the kitchen and huge enough for me to sneak out.

I picked the left glass off of its frame, careful to not adding more wound on my already ruined body. I pulled out the last shattered piece before slowly slipping my body through the slim space.

I looked at my surrounding, having o clue about my whereabouts.
I'm in the middle of nowhere and there's nothing but trees around me.
This is now or never and I know for sure that I don't want to die yet.
I walked aimlessly, having no memory as to which way I should go to. I noticed a tire trace and quickly made my way towards it. I ran as fast as my short feet and wounded body can carry me, following the newfound hope all the way into the woods. The sounds of wind slapping my face mixed perfectly with the sounds of my rapid heartbeat. If he caught me, there's no hesitation I would die in place.

I keep running and running, ignoring the chilly wind and dark night that slowly but surely scared me to death. The adrenaline in my veins is too much for those to stop me. I heard a loud wolf whistle, sending another shiver down my spine. My knee ached and I can feel my feet getting even more swollen as the seconds past. But I can't stop. And I won't stop. It's a now or never situation, if I gave up to my feet plea, he'll find me and everything will be done. All my effort would be useless and that's not what I want.

A source of lights caught my attention.
It was dim and seemed so far away from me, but it's there. And it gave me hopes.
I ran towards it, tripping over my feet from time to times due to the swollenness and aching knee. The trees slowly fading and replaced by a huge meadow, I saw the lights, it was closer now.

I ran even more with everything I have left and stumble into the gas station. There's an old telephone box there and I dragged myself into the beaten-up box. My body gave out once I closed the door, falling helplessly onto the ground, clutching my stomach tightly as the wound start to hurt even more.

I composed myself as best as I could, before crawling up to the barely useable phone. I tapped in the oh-so-familiar number, not noticing that my finger slip by the last number.

"Hello?"

"Can you pick me up? I successfully escaped but I know he's after me. Please, Blake. I beg you"

"I'm not Blake and I don't know you, but yeah I'll pick you up. Is there any sign?"

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