A taxi, an old enemy, and Valentine's Day.

chapter 5

I slowly rise but my hands and eyes were still wrapped in some sort of material. I had been so estatic when the metal chains had fallen off my wrist but then a huge wave of dissappointment took over when I found out that something was still tied around my wrists. Whoever took me sure do know how to make sure their prisoners dont escape. Since my hands were still not yet free I could not take this opaque material off my eyes so I could not see where I was going. I placed my foot forward and scanning the ground with it incase I find something and to lead my way. But bad luck I did not.

As I carried on walking I could hear breathing. Now I knew someone was in the room with me. Probably observing me if I could get out. Or another prisoner? At this point so  many thoughts were wondering if through my mind. But the main one was to get out of here.

I could hear the breath of the soulless person becoming louder and shorter. His breath became ragged. Also then joined by another. Like if I'm doing something wrong or bad. I took one more step and found my self walking no more. There was something blocking my way. It was probably the door. I kept pushing on it but there were no signs of it opening. Then I could hear the chair rattle and I think something got up. Now I could feel the cold, stoned breath on my ear. Like it has been here for a long time waiting for me. There I was just waiting for it to do his actions.

And I was right.

5 seconds later, it grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over the shoulder. I did not like this at all. It was like I was a puppet on strings . Him controlling me.

I shrieked but that was no stopping for him. It was like he and someone else were sprinting, rushing to somewhere. Then a deel voice joined another man talking to him saying thing like ,"She's a clever one isn't she, at least she got up while the the rest were just sitting there."

At that point I felt that was a  compliment. But not that much as what the next thing happened.

Suddenly we all stopped.

I was beyond scarred and I thought I was going to die right here but I felt the rope wrapped around my wrists getting loose; someone was taking the rope of my wrist and then a guy in front of me ripped off the material from my eyes. Luckily, nothing came off with it. I squinted my eyes immediately as I saw light. I was trying to adjust my eyes and all I could see was the pavement and an obscure human figure. My eyes were still trying to adjust to the sunlight that I had not seen for a long time and so  everything was blurry. I tried to regain my focuse so that I could figure out who was standing in front of me but the only thing my eyes could focus on was his eyes. They were dull yet so intense. Those eyes were staring at me so intense and deep that it was as if they were searching for my soul.

Even if my eyesight had not regained focus I could see his arm move as he then reached into his pocket and slowly got out his best friend. The gun. It pointing towards me. At this point my heartbeat was beating so hard and trepidation had taken over me completely. He then got his oversized coat and threw it on top of me. I caught it and put it around my shoulder to keep me warm as this place wasn't exactly the warmest place, atleast he had a bit of kindness left in him.

While him pointing the gun towards me, and the other carrying me, it only looked from a far like one was carrying a 'light' luggage and the other supporting it.

We now all stop to arrive at a rusted down broken place. With half of the words look like they have been forced on the floor by the wind but it spelling B WRE O T E .