5. Snatched and Latched
I woke up to find myself laying down on a couch. I tried to sit up but then saw that my hands and ankles had been latched up with a rope.
"I think she's awake." I heard someone say outside of the room.
"Go get her then." A familiar voice said. Michael?
"Why the hell would I go get her? I'm not the one who snatched her up." The person said.
"Fine. I'll go." Michael said, followed by the creaking of the door opening.
I looked over to see Michael with a knife.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked with fright.
He smiled and then cut my ankle ropes, "we're going somewhere." He then cut my wrist ropes and threw some clothes at me.
"Please let me go." I pleaded as a tear fell down my cheek. "I have a family. They need me."
Michael smirked and then sat down on the bed. "Turn around." He said.
I nodded and turned around to where I wasn't facing him. To be honest, I was terrified. But then I felt him grab my long blonde hair and run a brush through it and then some wet stuff.
"W-what are you d-doing?" I asked.
I could sense him smirking, "dying your hair."
Once he had me wash my hair out, he dried it and then grabbed his knife again.