The Kidnapping

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


I was picked up by my arms by two men...I was screaming...and I closed my eyes and told myself “this is all just pretend”. Over and over, I said this in my head. I didn’t wanna think of what these men might do to me. I might end up dead! They dragged me for what felt like hours, until I saw the sight of two other men, not as tall as the other two, but they look just as tough. And by the looks on their faces, I knew things are gonna be rough...and I was right. Once I was eye to eye with them, the two carrying me dropped me to my knees, and they ripped my clothes off within seconds. I got up to run but I was caught almost instantly. I tried to break free, I tried and I tried, but to no avail. I tried and I tried, even though I knew I would fail. They were too strong. Each one had their turn with me. With each and every thrust I screamed. The pain was almost too much to bare. To add to the pain, they would choke me close to death, and rip out my hair. I was crying...which they seemed to like. Which made their thrusts harder, and faster. Which made the blood loss more severe...more rapid...I was starting to slip in and out of consciousness until I was completely out. Then the thrusting stopped. I could hear them bickering from what little was left of my awareness of my surroundings. They thought I was dead. And I might as well be, because my heart would go seconds, close to several minutes, without beating. I was slowly dying, and although you couldn’t see it, but I was crying...crying at the fear that my heart might stop completely. They were figuring out what to do with “the body”. I assumed they figured out a plan, because last thing I knew was I was being lifted up and placed in their trunk. I assumed it was their trunk, because I felt the overwhelming pressure of random items covering my body...and it stunk! But I would have no way of knowing, because these men didn’t smell like a field of daisies either! They smelt of sweat...and a lust for blood...something I was losing rapidly by the minute...no...by the second...suddenly, I felt the car stop. Then I was lifted up. And within seconds, I was once again on the ground. Where, I don’t know. Then, I heard the doorbell ring. Was I at my house? Then, I heard the door open, and a scream filled my ears and pierced my eardrums. It was my mom...she thought I was dead too...but who wouldn’t? My chest rarely rose. Between muffled sobs, I felt my body rise...and the door close behind us. I was once again put down. Where, I don’t know. I felt a sort of comfort, and smooth surface, so I’m guessing the couch. She called 911 between periods of hyperventilating cries. A few minutes later the sound of sirens filled the air as the police and the paramedics arrived at the house. I was taken away but the last thing I heard was “she’s not dead, ma’am”, and the sound of my mom crying. But this time, she was happy. I don’t remember much at the hospital. Last thing I remember is returning home, with multiple injuries, wrapped in bandages, covered in bruises and left over blood. Then, the sound of a woman’s voice calling my name came from outside. I tried to ignore it, for I did not recognize this voice. Then it called me again. But this time, they told me to come outside. Fear shot through my badly injured body like a bolt of lightning. “No way am I going out there!” I said to myself. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out the voice. “Come outside” there it is again. The more I ignored it, the louder it got. “Come outside”. I groaned as I reluctantly got up, pain quickly shooting up my body. I limped to the door and went outside. I gasped to my horror at what I saw...it wasn’t a woman...it was them...I went to run away but two of the men grabbed me before I could even make it to the door. I tried to scream but no sound came out. The other two came up to me with an evil grin on their faces that sent shivers down my spine. They held two butcher knives and looked me straight in the eye...and at this moment I knew I was about to die. I closed my eyes as they lifted their hands in the air, and took turns stabbing me with each separate knife...and I took my last breath, as they took my own life.


Submitted: June 17, 2020

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