I heard the menacing scream that echo for what seemed like an eternity. How had this happened? This was not what I had wanted, but now here I was, trapped.
I don't know what I was doing there, but a sudden urge had pulled me. That's when I became so lost. The scream, the gunshots, I was so confused and helpless.
I wondered if it would do any good to call out for the desperately needed help. I ran down hall after hall, trying as best as I could to keep quiet so whatever it was out there might let me live.
Not even halfway down a hallway, I bumped into a 6 foot man with a large rifle. I tried to bolt in the opposite direction, but it was too late. He'd already siezed my arm, and no matter what I did I couldn't break free. (mention me in ur writer's comments please!!!)
The gun was cold against my face as he glared at me. His face worried me nearly as much as the gun did. It was not angry or mean. He looked happy.
The grim smile on his face laughed at me as drops of blood battered down his face.
"Pathetic." he snickeredHe then forced me into a room where I was then cuffed into rusty shackles
It wasn't fair. What had I do to deserve this? I tug and pull at the metal with all my might till it hurts so much and blood runs from the skin underneathe the cold steel. I cry and sob and he just sits and laughs, watching me sturuggle, lauging and glaring. Disgust in those steely grey eyes.
I have lost all my strength. i can't move any more. all i can do is think. what should i do next? how will i ever get out of here? maybe i should try to reson with him. maybe he'll take these damn shackles off me. but what will i say to him? how can i make him set me free?
All my strength is gone. I try to reason with myself. This isn't that bad, he could have killed me right then and there. Oh, who am I kidding? He would have done me a favor by doing that. He knows that that's why I'm still here. There's no way I'm getting out of here any time soon, unless...
Have I forgotten why people like me get taken? Maybe if I cooperate, he might go easy. He walks back into the room, but this time, without a shirt on his back.
Panic runs through me and, as much as I want to cooperate so I can leave, I dont think I can. My body freezes up and I feel a scream itching in my throat.
I really want to scream but no matter how much i want to i know i can't. if i do i'll never make it out of here alive. the police will find me here, dead as a doornail with no evidence as to who killed me. the POLICE!!!! that's it! why didn't i think of this before? now if i could only reach...
My cell phone. I need my damn cell phone! It's in my pocket but it's not like I can take it out with this monster watching my every move... if only I could distract him....
My worst fear: it started to ring. "Well! Can't have that now, can we?" He took what was my only ecape. Now what?
I stared at my creepy smiling captor. I tried to imagine why he was smiling. Why the hell was he enjoying this so much? Was I really that entertaining. Thats when I had my idea.
It wasn't exactly a brilliant idea, but I was despersate. If I sat here any longer he might take matters into his own hands and I definitely couldn't have that. So, I leaned back in my chair, hoping I looked relaxed, blinked a few times and grinned.
You see, the way he'd been smiling his horrible smile this whole time had completely unnerved me... and I was hoping it would do the same to him. He...(sorry for the really long thread, I got carried away!! :))
Hopeless. That's what this is. Hopeless. There's nothing I can do to change anything, to get out of here... I'm just a little girl. This is hopeless.
this is when i decided to just accept it. i was going to die. there was no doubt in my mind. well, this got me thinking, how many ways are there to kill and inocent girl and get away with it. i must have been thinking pretty hard because the man said, "What are you making that face for?" i suddenly came back to reality just in time to see what happend next.
A lot of ways. If i was gonna die, I certainly wasn't gonna let this idiot get away with it.
I might as well make his job as hard as possible. I start babbling nonsense just to irritate him. He's looking at me like I've gone insane, his mouth a black O in the centre of his face. If I weren't in this situation right now, I might think he's kind of cute, in a steely, muscular kin dof way.
But he was only deterred by my babbling for a moment. His face darkening, he saw through my delay. Raising his hand, he took a step towards me and swung.