We stopped, he pushed me to the ground and I heard the key in a lock and a door creaking open. Were we at someone’s home? Was it the other person he wanted to fuck and beat me. He dragged me inside, there was a dark and dank whiff to the air or was I just smelling my own fear. This was starting to feel like some kind of a horror movie.Where was I and who else was here? Trying to pull away and shouting now from fear of what was going to happen, I received a sharp slap across the face and He told me “shut up or you will make it worse for yourself”. The slap bought me to my senses and the sound of His voice was oddly comforting. He said “As you can’t follow instructions properly, you’ll be used like the slut you really are”. I was thrown on the hard floor and my wrists pulled to my knees. Knees and wrists where tied together so I could not get up off the floor.
Kidnapped 4
December 13th, 2007 · No Comments
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