Taken.

Pain.

I open my eyes and I feel a burst of pain. I look down and I can see blood pouring out of me. That is not the only pain I feel. I have been injured in many other places. I focus on the major wound and using my hands, I apply pressure to stop the bleeding. I scream for help. My screams are muffled from a rag that was in my mouth. It was worth a shot. I try finding something else to control the bleeding. I scan the floors and luckily, I find an old, mangled towel. It was dirty, but it will do. It was a few feet in front of me. My hands and feet are tied, this made things difficult. I reach out and attempt to grab the towel, but I couldn't grab it. I tried again, this time I scooted towards the towel. Every move I make, resulted in pain rushing through out my body. Finally, I grasp the towel and use it to absorb the blood. I tied the towel around my waist, making sure it was tight enough to stay on and to help the bleeding. I slowly use the wall behind me to stand, but I immediately fall back down. I am too weak. As I am sitting, I scan the room around me, observing every detail. I am in a dark, grungy room. The walls are rusted. I look across the room and I see a person like figure. It has to be the person who did this to me. They slowly walk towards me. I notice the person has a bloody knife in their hands, twirling it through their fingers gracefully. They get closer and closer to me. There is nothing I can do. Fear rushes through me. The mysterious figure is standing over me. I cannot see their face, all is covered except their eyes and mouth. They place their hands on my shoulders and they slide them down the sides of my body to my feet. They grab my feet and forcefully drag me. I used all of my energy and I tried kicking and wiggling my body to break free. They drop me and rush over towards my face. They kick me multiple times. Soon, my eyes get heavy. Seconds later,
everything goes black.