Gaining Trust

The Lights

May

The lights flickered above me, the dim light cast shadows across the room as the steady creak of the walls surrounded me. The chains buckled against my wrist as they sat scattered over the floor. The metal glistened against the moonlight.

Tears stained my bruised face. The purple stains wrapped themselves along my body, almost as if they were creating a second casing around me. The dirty rags that decorated my body were stained with hate. The hate of myself, but the love of my attackers.

I shivered as I remembered their assault. The roaming hands that left painful marks along my body, the crippling pain flared through my body as I listen my chained hands to my body, curling into a ball on the excuse of a bed that decorated the room.

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, my tangled hair casting a curtain over my face. I remembered being brought here, the sound of the van doors opening behind me, the sweet smell of the chloroform as I fell into a world of black.

I remember the long wait as I sat at my vanity, my closest friend painting my face with expensive products, fusing about how my blind date would go, and how sweet of a guy he was. A laugh bubbled out of me, she hadn't even met him before. Dating was a dangerous game, blind dating was even worse.
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I don't remember how long ago it was, the day I was taken, but I do remember every single detail of how it happened. Every single detail of every second after, the minutes littered my skin. Never to be forgotten.

Shelby was my best friend since we were young, being neighbors helped the matter. Shelby was one of those people that can have anything she wanted, Shelby has had more boyfriend's than I have had birthdays, and she knew that. She'll always wanted me to be happy, so on my 23 birthday she decided to surprise me with a blind date.

Shelby described the man as my superhero. Tall, dark, and handsome with unmistakable kindness. Shelby had met him online by using a fake dating account set up with my photos and information. Shel explained to me that she had talked to this man and skyped him to verify if he really was who he said he was.

I choked on a laugh as I remembered how horrible the date went, the restaurant was nothing less than classy, and yet all throughout the romantic evening, Dale, my blind date, constantly flirted with our waitress. He didn't even speak to me as I excused myself to the restroom and headed the opposite direction, straight towards the front doors.

I knew it wasn't going to be hard to find a taxi, but my judgement got the best of me as I began walking. The cool night air provided a cover from the horrible night. I listened to the wind howling in the night as I walked along the road. I opened my phone, dialing Shel's number,

"Ditched the guy, not your best choice."

I could hear her laugh,

"Better luck next time?"

"I don't think their will be a next time. I'm a hopeless cause when it comes to dating."

The sound of a steady motor broke my trance, the illuminating white broke into my gaze as the headlights illuminated my surroundings. My footfalls quickened as I began to run away, the suspicious van not halting it's persuit of me. I glanced back, the headlights beaming closer than before as I heard the back open and two distinct falls of footsteps, one heavy one soft.

Tears streamed down my face as I remembered this part of the kidnapping. I hated that I felt helpless, the street I was on was the perfect place to be kidnapped, empty.

I remember the large arms that wrapped around my waist as I struggled to escape. The arms tightened as a filthy cloth was pressed against my face. The chemical scent surrounded my nose as I struggled to hold my breath, I knew I was going to pass out either way, so I took a breath.

I was weak. I had no comparison to the burly men who picked my unconscious body up and placed it into the van. My navy dress curling underneath me.  My short stature couldn't stand against their towering bodies, they had to have been at least a foot or more taller than me.
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Tears stained my cheeks as I remembered how weak I was, how weak I still am. Laying on the dusty bed, the creaking of the window as what I guessed would be moonlight surrounded me. The unmistakable sound of the lock of my door being undone as the horrifying footsteps made me want to cower into a corner. Silent tears streamed down my face as the grimy hands fell across my body, the whip knowingly staining me red.

The steady grunt as the assault on my body continued, the flaming pain erupted from my lower regions as excuses were thrown at me after. Thanking me for relief as my assailant had had such a terrible day. The new bruises scored minutes on my skin. The aching pain grew as I shifted to face the grey wall beside me. My mind grew dark as the pain overwhelmed me, my one request was scattered into the night as I heard the lights flicker above me, help.

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Hola readers, this is my first official chapter of Gaining Trust, I hope you enjoyed it, I tried to be as little a cliche as I could.

Honestly I almost lost my layouts for Gaining Trust, and it's sequel but I found them, after looking for a good while. I had to write this chapter on my phone so I know it's not the best but as soon as I get my computer charger back, I will be doing some major editing to this chapter, but I wanted to give a quick intro to little May.

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