Captive in The Dark

Christina is just a regular girl until she is snatched off of the beach on her daily run. when her friend Jen follows her she too finds herself in the hands of her captor. when she does not return home, her mother goes into panic mode. could a stranger she has never met be the key to finding Christina and Jen alive?


2. Dream

Christina's mom's point of view:

I throw on my silk robe and walk downstairs. Nothing seems unlike any other morning. Dishes all washed. Blender on the counter. Normal. I bend down and put the blender underneath the counter where it belongs. I tun my head to see the time. 7:47. Where is Christina? I open the sliding glass door that opens to the boardwalk. No sign of her. "CHRISTINA?! CHRIS?!"  No answer. I throw off my robe and run upstairs, leaving the back door open. I grab my phone and call Chris. "Ring. Ring. Ring." No answer by the third ring. This can not be happening. Christina has ocd. She never lets the phone ring more or less than three rings. She always puts the exact amount of fruit in her smoothie. She  always comes back at 6:30 on the button. This is unusual for her. I shake my husband awake.

"John! Christina isn't home yet!"

"Relax. Give her some time."

"Its 7:50!"

He immediately rushes out of bed and gets into his car.

"Where are you going?"


My husband is a cop. Not just any cop. He is an FBI agent. He is going to find Christina. She is probably just talking to a friend on the beach by the water. Yeah. Talking to a friend.

Christina's point of view:

I wake up in a dark room. Hands tied behind my back. Blood all over the floor. I am tied to a huge pole in the middle of the room i am in. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and i see another body. Standing against the wall with a knife in hand.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?"

"You know who i am!"

A familiar voice answers me.


"Good guess."

"Why do you have a knife? And why are you not tied up?"

"Here. Let me cut the rope on your hands."

She walks around behind me and cuts my arm.


"Yes."  She starts to cry. Sobbing.

"What? Why? I thought we were friends Jen!"

"They said if i killed you i could go home. I'm sorry. I cant look at you."

"No! We need to stick together in this. We both know they wont send you home. You can identify them now! Don't be stupid Jen!"

"I'm sorry. I have to hurt you. I need to go home. I have never not stayed over night anywhere but my house. I cant stay here."

"No! Jen. Please. Think about this first. Think about how you will feel if you kill me. You will feel guilty for the rest of your life. Please don't kill me. We will both be hurt in the end."

"I. I. I.-"

"No. Drop the knife Jen. Please."

She walks around so she can see my face. She takes the knife in both hands and thrusts it into her abdomen.

"I wont hurt you Chris."

"No! Jen! Stop. Please!"

She screams and I jolt awake. It was a nightmare. Not real. But the scream was. Jen is being dragged by her ankles out of the room. "Chris! Please help me!"  I try to loosen the rope around my wrists but i am not successful. "You will be OK Jen!"

The screaming lasts about three hours before they practically throw her back into the room.

"Chris? Are you OK?"  She says with almost no breath left.

"Jen? Are you OK?"

"No. He stabbed me. Multiple times, Chris."

She turns her body towards me to reveal her torn shorts and bloody leg. There are at least 50 cuts in her thigh.

"Oh my gosh." I whisper under my breath.

She collapses on the floor.



"Stay with me Jen!!"

She drags herself over to the wall and lay in fetal position in the corner.

"Jen? Can you untie me please? I know you are in pain but we have a chance to escape! You just need to untie me!"

She turns her head to look at me with her blood shot eyes.

"Please Jen. We don't have much time!"

She turns her head back to the corner. I think she has fallen asleep. Her breathing turns from heavy to calm.

"Please Jen. I need you to stay with me. I cant do this alone!" I whisper to myself.

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