Taken

Part two

I pushed myself up off the bed and walked over to the door. I don’t know why I did what I did next. I wasn’t thinking straight. I slowly started to turn the handle on the door, it wasn’t easy because I just couldn’t stop shaking. Opening it a fraction, I yelled to the person outside.

“We have milk you know. That was a lame excuse. I wouldn’t have gone, so you may as well just come back in.” I hope he was ready to apologize to me. I thought as I made my way over to the bed and sat down again. I looked at the alarm and it said 22:30. Great, another day of my life missed. I could never really tell what the time was without the clock. There were only three windows; one in each room. But even they were tiny.

                The room was starting to get dark as the figure made its way into the room. He was taller then I remembered. I couldn’t quite make out his face as the only light from the telly was shining on me. The figure didn’t say one word as he closed and locked the door. Oliver never locked the door, he always thought he would be able to protect himself if anything happened. Something didn’t feel right. And although I could usually tell if something was wrong, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

This wasn’t Oliver. It didn’t feel right, there was tension in the air as soon as he came into the room. I had to get away from him. But who was it and why had he been waiting outside my room? I needed to get away from this man before something bad happened to me. If only Oliver was here, he isn’t that strong but at least he would be able to help me.

I jumped up off the edge of the bed and ran over to the kitchen, slamming the door behind me I knew I wasn’t strong enough to keep the door shut, and I definitely did not have enough strength to move the table to the door and block him out. I stood thinking about what a stupid mistake I had made. The bathroom door actually had a lock on it, so at least I would be safe in there until Oliver got back. I stood silent and shaking, leaning my ear against the door as I heard his footsteps speed up towards the kitchen.

                Almost instantly I froze as I watched the door handle turn. With all my strength, I pushed to try and keep the door shut. Like I thought, the man managed to open the door with almost no effort. What did he want with me? I was nothing special.

“G-G-Go aw-away!” I screamed slowly backing away from him. I couldn’t think of what to do, should I hit him or make a run for it? But if I ran, I would have to run past him. Would he grab me? Could I get away? What if I hit him? Would he hit me back? What if he killed me? All these thoughts ran through my head as I tried to think of a plan to get out of this mess. So far, no good.

                “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to have a little fun sweetie.” he tried to reassure me. His stupid grin made me sick. I started to not feel scared anymore. Instead, my feelings were replaced with anger and sickness. There was no doubt that this man had done something like this before and I wanted to make him pay for it. He started strolling towards me with his arms out. I panicked and had no idea how to respond. I wanted Oliver back with me, by my side.

                “Don’t touch me!” I shouted. I tried to make my voice sound commanding and not afraid of him. I wanted the other people staying here to hear me and come to my rescue. But nothing. The man laughed, seeing disappointment in my eyes. A wicked cackle like a witch would make before she attacks you. I felt for the counter to steady me, I thought like I was going to faint. I watched him getting closer to me, he wasn’t going to give up no matter what I said to him. He got near enough to wrap his arm around my waist but didn’t pull me in to him just yet.

                I felt my top being messed with as I tried to block everything out of my mind. Was I really just going to stand here and let some guy touch me? I felt useless, vulnerable and powerless against his muscles. He leaned against me, rubbing his manhood up my leg as he leaned my neck back and started kissing my neck. His lips were cold and hard, the exact opposite of Oliver’s. As my head flung to the side, I noticed a big wooden block full of carving knives. Turning back to the man, I saw evil in his eyes. I let him be occupied with my body, long enough for him not to notice my hand lift up and buck around the wooden block.