BLEEDING HEART: THE CAPTURE

LOSES PART 2

You can't give your heart to a wild thing.
-Truman Capote

Alison didn't know how long she was held captive; she couldn't keep track of the days with the constant beating. She huddled in the corner of the room that had been her prison for days, her arms wrapped around her knees,scared. She kept hoping it was a nightmare but she knew it wasn't. She had lost most of her weight, her hair which was long and silky, was cut short and uneven, it had split ends and was unkempt. Her once manicured nails now chipped, bruised and bloody from scratching at the door of the room they had her confined in. Her brain going haywire. Her bloodshot eyes still searched the entire room for a way of escape but they came up empty. They had stripped her down of her garments and found the knife she had hid in her pants. She was beaten for days until her back was sore, her legs felt like gello and finally she was given some molden clothes to wear with no shoes. When it rains, it would fall through the dilapidated roof of the abundant cabin and her feet ached from the cold. Every morning one of them would enter and inject her with something. She always tried to fight them off but she was starving and had no energy. She was getting used to the routine. They fed her once in a while but that wasn't enough only to keep her from dying but she was dying each and every day that passes with her in this hellhole. There was one particular man who always escorted her to the bathroom and he would stand guard watching her as she did her business. She felt humiliated. They had let her showered once since she was held against her will but she tried to escape and the beating that followed wasn't pleasant, she hadn't showered since. She wondered how the cops hadn't found her as yet someone must have missed her by now, maybe not her mom but definitely her father must have noticed she's been missing for quite some while. She could only hope . She also worried about her business. She felt like crying and she began to sob.
She tried to calm herself because one of her kidnappers was outside guarding her door. She knew he was there because of his shadow moving. She watches everyday as they change shifts. She wished she knew the time of day. When the other shadow came she knew it was time to change shift so she drag herself over to the battered door and scream on top of her weak lungs while dragging her nails along the door she didn't care about the splinters plunging into her flesh causing small drops of blood to drip onto the floor.

"LET ME OUT!! HELP!!"

The knob on the door began to turn, did they finally listen to her pleads? Or was it another injection ? but it wasn't time for that as yet she would always be given a piece of wet bread before they would inject her with god knows what. Alison scrambles away from the door before it is swung open.
This time however there were several of the guards and four entered the room, two were women she noticed from the way they were dressed and two men. They all had on masks. She didn't stand there watching them; she ran to the far end of the room to try to scratch her way out. Banging against the wooden structure hoping it would somehow miraculously fall apart. She knew today, whatever day it was, was not her day.
The two men had finally caught her after so many failed attempts. She always cursed those actresses in movies about being caught but now she couldn't figure out how to get out like she thought when she watched all those movies. She was Trapped like some damsel. They had injected her once more with something and placed a bag over her head. She felt a sting then came the burning through her veins then she felt at peace and her world seemed to be consumed by darkness.

She was awoken to the smell of diesel or is it fumes? "Ugh... Where am I? Wow, my head hurts..." Her mouth. It's so sore. she tastes... iron. "Oh my god, is that piss? Man, that reeks!"
Then a sound of squeaking and rattling jerked her and reminded her of her uncle's tractor when he took a wide and calculated right turn into 119th street. She felt like she was ascending a steep gravel road, she sprung up and tumbled forward, colliding against the metal sides of what seemed to be a truck her heart raced with fear she felt like she was freezing her whole body began to tremble.
Whoever was driving seemed to struggle to keep the clutch from slipping because Allison could smell the burnt clutch filling her lungs. She wanted to open a window to get fresh breath, but she was shut in with no ventilation like some furniture in a truck , her body stiffened when the vehicle came to a halt.
Taken, stolen, kidnapped. All words for the situation Alison is in. She was taken from her car in the middle of nowhere for how long, woken up in a trunk confused and had a hard time breathing. She could hear noises from all around and she was scared. She was so hot and sweating through all of her clothes. The next thing she heard was terrifying, somebody was trying to get into the trunk. she could hear whoever it was grunting, it appeared that they were struggling. Maybe they didn't have a key? Once the man had opened the truck she just laid there. There was nothing she could do. She was weak and tired, so she didn't want to fight back. The man who she had not remembered seeing grabbed her and placed what seemed to be a pillowcase over her head and dragged her out of the trunk. He pulled her along the long driveway made out of gravel, tiny rocks that felt like knives rubbing against her skin. The man had not said anything to her, and she hadn't said anything to him. Once they got into wherever he had taken her , he took off the pillowcase, her eyes adjusted to the lighting she seemed to be in a warehouse and she knew that whoever kidnapped her wasn't organized and very messy. The man dragged her like a fish towards an area that was occupied with a tent like an isolation unit.what was happening and why was she hearing the beeping of machines and clanging of metals and she began to fight trying to get away from him but then he hit her. She knew she had to escape because whoever was behind her kidnapping was up to no good. These men seemed like workers and there has to be a king or a queen for this operation. He brought her into the hot and eerie tent and tied her to an examination bed after much struggle. Then, he finally talked to her. "What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Stop fighting me." He walked out of the tent after ensuring he had secured the straps that bound her hands and legs.

She lay there in the cold tent on the bed counting the small partitions in the ceiling for what seem like an eternity in fact it was just one hour. Her limbs felt sore and ache with pain from the grip of the straps holding her upper and lower limbs.