Breaking the chains

A girl, just like you, until she was taken, slipped away, unnoticed. She was supposed to be on a date. It was supposed to be the best night of her life... Until the night captured her and held her slave...


9. re cooperating from the drugs.

I awoke to the smell of medical alcohol in the room. I saw a bright light staring into my eyes. I could feel a tingling sensation over my skin. I could feel that the drugs I had been given were not to get me drugged in, it was to dull the pain. I tried to sit up and realised I wasn't strapped down. I felt my legs and noticed they were smooth as silk. I noticed that the bruises on me had gone and the cuts had been ditched and repaired. There was a fake tan covering my skin. I had been perfected, I was almost like a doll. Swinging my legs down onto the floor and winced as my feet made contact onto the cold metal surface. I saw a pair of clothes on a chair. Walking over I slipped them on and then looked for a way out.

There was one door, pressing myself up against it listened for footsteps or voices, just as I was about to try the handle the handle turned itself, and Peter barged in. I scrambled back to the table. Luckily Peter didn't notice, the drugs wouldn't be used. He came and sat down next to me. His hand stretched over to eat on my thigh. I flinched but let him rest there, I really didn't want those drugs. He then spoke quickly. "We are leaving, well, you are leaving. We are moving you somewhere new. Come with me." He quickly got up and left so I followed him. I was taken to a door and as I walked outside I had a bag shoved over my head again, I was beginning to get scared of the dark.

I was shoved in the back of another truck and had the bag taken off of my head. I cracked open my eyes to see Peter staring intently at me. He asked if I was ok? Quickly I nodded. I don't know why he was being nice. I think it was for a false sense of security. I tried not to be swayed by it. I couldn't let those emotions come back to the surface. He lied to me and got me kidnapped. I don't know why I had ever loved him.

We went the rest of the journey in silence. I stared at my feet for the majority of the time. I noticed every now and then Peter staring at me, but quickly looking away when I saw him. He was acting weird and in a way it was starting to creep me out. With all these theories coming up in my head I was lost in my thoughts until the van abruptly stopped.

The van doors creaked open as the bag was brought over my head...

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