Taken

It all started with my eyes fluttering open. All I could see was dark, and I felt a breeze of cold air flowing on to my skin. This wasn't my bedroom, nor did I recognize the small suffocating room I was sitting in. Shock ran through my veins, my breath got heavier. My wrists were tied painfully tight with what seemed to be very strong fabric, as well as my ankles. Having my weak arms, I couldn't even tear the cloth a small bit to escape.

I screamed for help multiple times, only hearing nothing but my echoes bouncing off the skylight window in the ceiling. The last thing that I could remember from getting here was locking up the small quaint restaurant I served as a waitress at. My eyes started to adjust to the poor lighting. While looking around, I spotted a red toolbox with screwdrivers and hammers inside. No saws, no pliers. It wasn't until I saw a green lawnmower and rake in the room that I noticed that I had been locked inside of a shed. Slowly running out of hope, I continued to scream for help again.

"Nobody can hear you, sweetie." A low quiet husky voice from outside the shed sounded. I completely stopped making noise. Before I could do anything, the large door in front of me barged open. I burst out in tears at the sight of the man who was staring down at me. He was the last person I had seen leave the restaurant that night. He looked to be in his twenties, short light brown hair and stubble beard. He wore a grey sweater with a dark jacket over it, dark jeans and black shoes.

He tilted his head to the side as if he were trying to get a better look at me.

"You woke up a little earlier than I expected." He chuckled, pulling the string hanging from a bulb on the ceiling. The shed instantly lit up bright, startling me.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" I was almost not audible between my sobs.

He turned to me again, smirking.

"That's a good question," he paused "I'm not really sure."

We both watched each other carefully. He didn't want me to make any sudden movements and I didn't want him to hurt me. Still staring blankly at me, he backed up and reached for an object in his tool box. He clicked a button on it and a small sharp knife popped out. My stomach dropped.

"O-oh my God, p-please no!" I cried. My voice slowly wearing out.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." I sighed in relief. He bent down and cut the fabric off from around my feet. After it fell, there revealed a dark red ring around my ankles. He grabbed my arms, pulled me up to his eye level and then his face was in close proximity of my ear.

"Just as long as you don't try anything stupid, you should be fine." He said in a low tone. I shivered, not saying a word. He let me go from his grip and peeked out of the windows.

"I can't keep you locked in here the whole night, especially since it's winter. So you're going to have to come back to my house." He smiled, grabbing my arms again but this time guiding me towards the door. I felt sick. This couldn't be happening. I grew angry and put up a fight. Out of nowhere a sudden burst of energy came through my body. I started to kick and scream, thrashing all about. This was difficult because he didn't bother to untie my wrists. When I got in the right position facing him, I kneed him in his groin. He yelped in pain and as soon as that happened I was running out the door. He was right behind me, catching up quickly.

I found myself dashing into a rather long driveway of a large house, hoping the owners would let me in to get away from him. Arriving at the front door step, I rang the bell several times and banged on the door, screaming for help. Hearing a chuckle come from behind me, I turned around frightened to see the man again. His arms were crossed, laughing.

"This is my house." He grinned.

"Shit." I breathed. I attempted to run away again but he grabbed me and immediately a small rag was put to my mouth.

Sorry for the short chapter but I hope you like it! :)