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...


8. time to move on

After they had all left I think I passed out. All I can remember was lying on the floor in a pool of mostly my own tears mixed with some blood. I awoke to the taste of salt on my lips as I was kicked in the gut. A rough voice commanded me to get up. Following his commands he looked me up and down. Relishing the sight of me and then grabbed my arm. Shoving me outside of the door his friends jumped out from behind me and shoved a rough bag over me head and I was lead into the darkness.

Constantly being bumped into walls and furniture I was finally brought into a room and had the bag ripped off of my head. The bright light piercing for the ceiling have me a headache. I was just thankful that they had not drugged me yet. In front of me I saw Peter, no sooner had my eyes glanced on him he grabbed me and pushed me into a metal table, fearing the worst I closed my eyes and grimaced through what might happened next. But to my suprise he got off of me and I felt leather straps tightening around my waist, arms and legs. Staring at the glowering light in front of me I panicked. What was going on? What were they going to do to me. I was about to let out a scream when Peter clamped his hand down on my mouth. That's when I felt the drugs sink in...

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