Threatening (Chapter-3)

I never did get myself ready for the situation that I was in. Many thoughts entered my mind. I started to think about my friends and what they would be doing. Would they be searching for me? I asked myself over and over again as I heard laughing on the other side of the wall. They were deep voices of laughter. They didn't give me the same feeling as what they usually would. I felt sick and confused. I wanted to know why they specifically took me. What was they planning on doing with me? I wasn't exactly the most perfect choice, but I did understand why they would by the way that I was dressed but I wasn't an on-the-spot pick and mix. It was pre planned. I did cry. Who wouldn't. It's a direct connection to sadness. I didn't care if I looked weak because I was weak in that moment. I was alone with two men travelling somewhere I didn't know, and I couldn't figure out the reason why I was their chosen victim. Did they want to kill me? 

I remember the car stopping. I waited cautiously until the doors opened and when they did the sky was pitch black outside. We had been travelling for hours. There was multiple different directions that they could have taken and when they grabbed me by both arms dragging me out of the van I decided to take a look around. I knew that there was no way that I was going to be found because what surrounded us was miles on miles of marshland. I didn't stop crying from the second that I was taken. I was angry with myself for being foolish. I was an easy target for them and they made that known to me when they carried me inside the biggest house I had ever seen in my life. Usually I would admire it from the outside. There was a set of double black gates with a metal fence surrounding the permiter. From the gates there was grass. The reason why I knew this was because the area was lit up by lights. My cries for help would never be heard from where we were which broke my heart. I didn't have many people that cared about me or my wellbeing, my mum was an alcoholic and my dad was absent. I didn't even think that my friends would search for me. They would have expected me to have gone home. To be fair, I was that type of person because I suffered badly with depression and anxiety attacks. I disliked being around too many people at once. Especially crowded festivals, shopping centers during Christmas time and public parks in the summer time. 

I thought to myself, what's the point in fighting? There wasn't one so I gave up my fight and allowed Darren to throw me over his shoulder. He carried me inside the house. I stared at the floor. I felt all of this raging emotion and I wasn't trying to push it to the side. I was dealing with it. He placed me down on a wooden floor. It was a dark brown glossy floor. I pulled my knees upto my chest and placed my face on my knees hiding my wet eyes. I was more tired than I wanted to admit. My energy was zapped from me as Darren sat down on a black sofa in front of me. 

"I will leave you to it." The other man told Darren. 

I didn't look up. I could hear when he closed the door leaving us alone. I didn't know where we were. My guess was that we were sat in a living room but I wasn't one hundred percent sure. I could feel his green eyes on me. It wasn't in a good way. To me it felt predatory. I was his target and he had me exactly where he wanted me to be. I had no leg to stand on. He was going to demand, tell me what to do or force me to do what he wanted if I was to retaliate. I was going to get hurt no matter what I did. I didn't know what type of person he was. Was he a killer, would he hurt me intentionally? He had a darkness in his eyes. I had never seen such a dangerous set of eyes staring back at me. He was tense, the way he carried himself told me that he was a dangerous person. He was standing the same way as he was earlier on but I failed to notice how he presented himself. I hoped that he wouldn't hurt me but he was now the boss of me and my choices so when he spoke my stomach shrunk. It felt so small, it caused a painful sharp aching pain. My hands started to shake, I was on edge petrified of my outcome. How long would it be until I am dead? I asked myself as he stood up and walked to stand in front of me, making me feel like a small fragile child. 

"Hungry?"

I shook my head. I wasn't hungry. I felt physically sick and I wasn't in the mood to eat. I wasn't very good at eating a balanced diet or any food for that matter. I would skip breakfast and eat only one meal in the day. That would usually be my tea. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I screamed because I could feel the hairs on my head being ripped out, plus he had a tight hold on it. 

"No, no I'm not hungry." I shouted out. He didn't let go and his grip got tighter as he yanked it harder. I remember pushing my body up to try and ease the pain but he would drag it up more. I always did have a sensitive scalp so when he was doing that I could only feel the pain. Torturous, sore and tender to the touch. I closed my eyes and clamped my teeth together. I felt powerless as he growled in my face. Demonic eyes and a sinister smirk. A shiver shot up my back as I stared into his evil eyes. Mine were wide open and innocent.