Holding Hearts

Chapter One

(Just so you know, the cover isn't my picture... I will have the link in the next chapter)

Amy knew life wasn't perfect. She kept telling herself that as she gaped at the mess in the living room. The front door hung open, several smashed vases littered the floor. The couch was tipped on its side, next to the coffee table, which was smashed to little bits. The thing that shocked Amy the most wasn't the mess itself, and not the fact that none of this had awoken her, but the fact that none of the rest of the house was touched. Not a single fingerprint was on any of the counters or appliances her parents tried so hard to keep smudge-less.

Amy stepped over the broken table and shards of shattered vase. She bent over and picked up a small picture frame. A picture slid out, since the glass holding it in place was shattered. Amy brushed aside the glass with the frame and picked the paper up. She flipped it over and stared at the picture for a while. It was a picture of her parents at their wedding.

Just as a tear was running down her left cheek, a hand covered her mouth and nose, blocking her from breathing. She kicked and struggled against whoever was blocking her breath, but eventually, she felt herself lose consciousness.

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Amy's eyes snapped open only to be blinded by a bright light. She squinted into the light until her eyes adjusted. A figure stood just a few feet away from her. It was wearing a white mask. She looked down. Her wrists were bound to the arms of the chair, and her legs were tied together. All her clothes had been removed, except for her underwear and bra.

"What do you want from me?" Amy asks the figure.

"Nothing much. I just have a few questions for you." The masked man's voice was low, and gravelly.

"Shoot."

"Are you a virgin?" Amy felt her eyes widen in fear.

"w-what?"

"You heard me."

"Um..."

"Hurry up. I don't have all day." The man was beginning to get annoyed with Amy's hesitation.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I think you can figure it out." The man turned around, and walked out a small steel door.

Amy struggled at her restraints until she heard voices outside the room.

"I'm not going in there, I don't care what you say!" Amy strained to hear the male's voice.

"No, you are going to open the door, and you are going to do it!" Amy recognized the second voice to be the Masked man's.

"No, I don't want to, and you can't make me go in there, and become you!"

"Yes, you will go in there, I have told you at least ten times, I'm not going to tell you again!"

"This is as close as I'm going to go to her."

There was a pause just before Amy heard a loud crack of a whip hitting human skin.

"You will go in there, or she will die!"

The door swung open, and the masked man shoved a man about Amy's age into the room, and slammed the door before he could come back out. The man bent down and picked up Amy's t-shirt and sweatpants off the floor. he walked over to Amy. He threw the clothes at her, and bent over to release her legs from the chair. Amy sat as still as she could while he sat up and pulled her wrists loose from her restraints. 

When he finished, Amy pulled her clothes on as fast as as she could. The man grabbed her by the elbow, and dragged her over to the small barred window that was behind where Amy had been sitting. He wrapped his hands around two of the bars. Twisting the bars, he ripped them from the wall. he grabbed the last two, and did the same with them. Without speaking, he lifted her up, and shoved her headfirst out. Amy hit the ground, face burying itself into the mud.

The man climbed out of the window, nearly landing on top of her. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the thick mud. Him and Amy began running towards a tall metal fence. 

A/N: so sorry this was such a short chapter, I did it kind of quickly, and don't judge my writing, again, I kind of hurried... normally, it would be better... hopefully the story will be better soon! Just so you know, I am a busy person with school and all, but I will shoot for updating at least once a week! I love hearing what you think of the story, and I love when you guys give me advice on my writing, and ideas for the future in my story, but I do plan out the general idea of a few chapters ahead so I don't get off track, but that doesn't mean I won't still use your ideas! By the way, Don't mind my stupid typos. This isn't edited yet.