I kept thinking about dying, hoping I would be ok. I sprinted down the corridor turning left and right, the ceiling seemed to cave in on me the farther I ran. I turned left, when suddenly I was thrown to the ground, a hand covering my mouth with so much force I couldn’t breathe. The hand was enormous, the fingers as white as snow from all the force he was putting on my face. I turned my head the slightest bit, but that was enough, I knew exactly who it was. There was no second guessing the ocean blue eyes and the dark tousled hair. A million memories flooded through my mind like a river. How could he do this to me? What was he doing to me I thought?
He let go of my mouth and grabbed my hands. He pulled out an old rope that was frayed in many places and started tying my wrists. My wrists burned, they were on fire, Then he grabbed my ankles and started tying them as well. Once he finally finished he lifted me up and threw me in a large, black bag and zipped it all the way to the top. I had no idea what was going on or if I would make it out alive. I heard the engine roar to life and came to the conclusion I was in the trunk of a car. I flailed left and right trying to escape, but it was no use. I was tied so tightly there was no way I could possibly free myself.
I had no where to go, no way of reaching out for help. The engine eventually stopped and I heard the trunk open. I squirmed around trying to scream for help but it was no use. I had a history with him, his name was Damon. He lived in my neighborhood and he had worked for my parents for many years, my family trusted him, so why was he doing this to me I thought.Finally, he grabbed the ropes that were tied around me and yanked me out of the truck. He dragged me inside this old abandoned building and started untying me. He dragged me over to a long, thick pole, and started to chain my arms around the back. Screeching, screaming, and scolding him I tried to break free, But every time I moved he whipped me with a belt creating long red marks. Every time he whipped me the pain would pulse through my body like a river. At last he stepped away giving me time to ask him a few questions.
“How could you do this to me?” I screamed.
But he didn’t respond, he just stood there staring at me, he started to walk closer. I stretched out my leg and kicked him with so much force he crippled to the ground.
“You idiot! Why did you kick me?” he screamed in my face.
Kicking, screaming and flailing I tried to knock him to the ground. He fell straight to the ground and I started to fumble with the chains. The chains, a big knot of metal, wouldn’t budge. Finally, I got the chains undone so I started to run. I ran as fast as the wind not daring to look back. My feet aching, and my stomach churning I kept running. I heard him running behind me. The dark room, frightening and traumatizing, sent chills down my spine. Damon came running around the corner, I sat on the cold ground, the walls stood up behind my back as I hid. He came around the corner, a gun in his hand. Immediately I thought back to yesterday running down the corridor trying to escape, I wished I could be in that position right now. I thought about dying, I knew this would be the end. A loud BANG rang through the echoing room. Everything went black, black as the night sky, black. I was not ok.