Taken

The Chance Sprang Up

I woke up untied but duct tape keeping my hands and feet stuck tightly to the bed in a small room with crimson-colored walls. I lifted my head to see Wes, a piece of duct tape and a gag in his hand.
"One last thing," he smiled lovingly before opening my mouth by force and stuffing the gag in, then forcing my mouth closed and duct taping my mouth to keep the gag in place.
"Now you're all mine," he smiled evilly with a hint of love in it before continuing, "No Garrow to keep us apart." My heart ached for Garrow, my boyfriend. Wes' red hair brushed against my forehead as he kissed my cheek. I tried to move away.
"Are you going to be like that? Well you'll learn," he said before punching me again, making me pass out. I woke up in a dark, musty room. That's what I think it was like, but my blindfold only let me have a small sliver of light. I tried to turn my head to find duct tape holding my head down by my ears, paining them. Rope held the rest of my body, but I couldn't move at all with duct tape lining my body and keeping the rope down.
"Now let's have a bit of fun," Wes said as he kissed me on the cheek again. I tried to scream but found the same gag and duct tape.
"Now, I'll let you go to the bathroom, but only now, then again in five days and we'll repeat that, got it?" Wes said as he took everything off me but the gag and blindfold. He told me to take off my blindfold once in the bathroom then put it on again but keep the gag in except for if I'm in the shower. I nodded before being harshly pushed into the bathroom, then the sound of a door closing and being locked sounded. I pulled off my blindfold to see a modern bathroom. I saw a small window and the chance sprang up. I climbed up with the help of the toilet, then I opened the window and pushed myself out. I fell in a bush, scratching myself but I jumped up and starting running. Wes saw me, I guess. The forest was so close, the forest I explored when I was little. I grabbed a trunk and eased my breath, but I felt Wes' breath on the back of my neck and a gun on my back.
"You will come in with me, and you will do it peacefully," he commanded. I ran off, pulling the gag out of my mouth in case I needed to scream. The sun started to rise, which was good on my case. I knew Garrow would be going for his normal walk as I neared where he would be.
"Gar-" I started screaming out his name but somebody's hand firmly fell on my mouth; it wasn't Wes', his were bigger and paler.
"Hello, sweetie," said a voice, and I knew who it was because there's only one person who knows of my obsession with Doctor Who; well, plus probably Wes now. I shoved my hand inbetween his hand and my mouth, then I slipped out.
YES!!!! That actually worked!, I thought. I turned around to see Garrow. My eyes filled with surprise before my mouth was covered with a rag. My dad had told me how I could slap this off when I got scared from a show I came in and saw because I was going to the kitchen. I couldn't; Garrow had the ends of the rag tied on the other end of my face and held it so I couldn't pull it off. I struggled weakly before collapsing in a pile on the dirt. Then everything went black.