"Oh, I wouldn't be worrying about him girlie; you should be more worried about yourself."
Before I knew what happened I was grabbed from behind, and cloth was pressed hard against my mouth and nose it smelled sweet, chloroform.
Then my world went black.
I awoke feeling really lightheaded and nauseated. I cover my mouth quickly getting ready to vomit, but I manage to keep it down thankfully. I blink a few times trying to figure out why I feel so sick when I realize, I am sitting on a mattress an old and dingy one at that. I also discover I have no idea where I am.I look around, and find I am sitting in a small narrow cell.Cell like as in jail, but this doesn't look like any jail cell I have ever seen, not that I've been in one. I'm so confused. I try to think back to remember how I got here.
Then it clicks everything came flooding back; the coffee shop, wasted guy, the three creepy guys and the chloroform. Oh God I've been kidnapped, no, no, no this can’t be happening. Why me? Stupid bad luck, I start to panic. Then the tears weld up, and I let a sob escape. I have to keep calm and cool, I can’t lose it, but the more I try not to lose it the worse it gets.
Then I start to shake and shiver, because the temperature seems to drop or I just never noticed till now, either way it didn't help the situation. I think I'm going to have a panic attack until I hear a groaning noise to my right in the cell next to mine.It's the wasted guy holding his head in his hands. Poor guy, a gash to the head, and I'm sure he has just as much of a headache as I do if not worse. He is a good distraction because I stop crying, but I'm still cold.
I stare at him for a while waiting to see what he would do next, like an animal at the zoo, but hey since it kept me from freaking out I don't care how strange it seems. He put his hands down and looks around, I cannot tell if he sees me until his gazes lands on me, and his questions come spilling out; who, what, when, where, and why? All which I want answers to as well, but all I could think to say is, "I’m not sure."
He just looks at me for a little while longer, and says "Do I know you?"
"Um, yeah kind of."
"I think I remember you’re the girl with the tissues right?"
"Yeah that's me." I whisper back. He keeps talking.
"Oh god those three guys who were they? They took us didn't they? Hey, they didn't, you know hurt you did they?"
Aw, he's concerned about me, focus Whitney, it’s no time to be getting a little crush. But he does sound worried.
"No, I’m fine I think, a little dizzy, but other than that I'm okay. What about you, the gash to your head is it still bleeding?"
"Uh, no it stopped, it was just a little scratch anyway."
"Are you sure, it looked like more than a scratch from where I was standing."
He chuckles. "No I'm sure, I'm fine."
A silence fell among us, then "BAM!!"
A huge door swings open letting in much needed light to the room or jail cells as they seem to be.
In walks the three creepy guys from before, the ones that took us. I glare at them, but on the inside I am a little scared, and confused. What do they want? Wasted guy did the same thing, but just looks really pissed off.
"What the hell do you guys want?" He yells. I have to admit it frighten me even.
But the fat one just laughs and spits at him. "Shut up you disgusting human."
Who is he calling disgusting, has this guy look in the mirror lately he is in serious need of a shower and human is this guy crazy?
"Get up both of you." He demands I did as he said, but wasted guy just sits there.
"I said get up now human, or else." He finally did, but slowly whether it was from his hang over I'm sure he has or he just wants to piss the guy off, I am not sure maybe both.
"Now turn around." I do, but slowly one of the other creepy guys steps forward he's super skinny at least for a guy that is, and whispers in my ear, "no funny business girly."
Ew, his breath stinks, no joke it smelled like rotting carcasses. He ties my arms behind my back, and faces me forward, the other creepy guy who was huge, like a pro wrestler he did the same to wasted guy. I need to call him something other than wasted guy, if only I asked him his name.Then they proceed to take us through the same door they came in which lead to a very narrow hallway, and it just seems to keep getting colder, and colder as we go. Meanwhile thoughts just keep going through my head of why they would kidnap me. Why me?
Was it for human trafficking? But I'm not pretty.
Ransom, no my family has no money to give for me.
Maybe they are just these twisted serial killers that chop up bodies or something either way none of these options are sounding promising.
Maybe I'm, dreaming, yeah that would be amazing, but of course I'm not that lucky, because there is no way I would feel this sick in a dream.
God this hallway seems never ending. I try to turn to take a peek at wasted guy, well the key word is try, creepy skinny guy pushes me forward, and tells me to keep walking. This of course makes me fall to the ground landing on my arm.
"Ouch" I wince, that will definitely leave a bruise.
"HEY, what did you do that for!!!" Wasted guy shouts.
"What did you say to me filthy human?" He spits out the last part.
"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!!" The fat one booms. "Were here now help her up, and be prepared I have a good feeling about these two. We will surely be getting a fine pay for them."
Pay, oh my god, they're going to sell us.
Fear of the unknown is a terrible fear. Joan D. Vinge~
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A Curse of Luck (on hold)Adventure
It's a normal night for 18 year old Whitney. That is until she encounters an injured Wasted Guy. Whitney, feeling sorry for the guy tries to help him. However Whitney has horrible luck, both she and the Wasted Guy end up getting kidnapped and taken...