cold grey eyes threatened to engulf me whole as I was forced up
to look at him and feel his putrid breath on my already bruised
and beaten face. 'I'm going to ask you one last fucking time
missy. Give me your parents name, or I swear to God the pain you
think you've experienced, will be shit all compared to what I'll
give you.' He snarled at me. The hands that were holding my arms
behind my back tightened even more painfully as he laughed in my
is nothing more you can do to me' I whispered, no longer able to
look in his eyes. I was defeated; I couldn't fight him any
longer. 'I've already told you, I will never give you my parent's
name. You'll have to kill me first' I sobbed rapidly. A part of
me wanted to beg him to kill me and to let the darkness cease,
the fear be gone, and then pain to be no more. Behind me I could
hear something, or maybe someone, being recklessly dragged along
the forest floor, they're body sounded as though it was nothing
more than a ragdoll.
moment the sight came into my view the arms holding me relented
and pushed me roughly forward as I sank to my knees by the power
of my vomit. A mangled, bloody and decomposed naked corpse lay in
front of me. I could not tell the gender of this body but what
else was there to know? A life had been taken by these three
excuses for humans, and I knew my fate was to be the same, but
tried to crawl away from the body, my own body shaking
uncontrollably from the pain in my ribs and the sights I was
seeing, but I could no longer go any further for my way was
obstructed by his legs. Even though I knew that this was the man
who held my fate in his hands I clang to his leg sobbing and
pleading for me to go home, to no avail expect to be kicked away.
He grabbed a tuft of my hair from behind and dragged me further
towards the body whilst I scrambled, kicked at every part of him
I could reach and screamed to the God who never hears.
holding me my by hair he pulled me upwards and forced my head
downwards to the pitiful site. 'Want that to be you, do you?' a
smile playing around his lips. I shook my head desperately. His
other hand I suddenly felt on my thigh, caressing it, and moving
up to my lips. I felt sick and with all my might pulled my hand
back to hit him, but I was too late, his hand enclosed around my
wrist and he smiled his sick smile. I saw his scar on his left
arm, running all the way up from his wrist to the tip of his
sleeve, and I wondered if it was from one of his other victims.
His teeth were bared, yellow and rotting. I had never seen
someone that lacked so much self worth, inside and out. However
he got that scar, I truly hoped it hurt.
think about what you're going to do. You kill her and that's
another murder sentence hanging over all our heads' said a softer
voice, whose face was out of my vision.
what do you propose? Free her and let her run off home and tell the
cops everything? I've never known a kidnapper with a conscience.'
Said the man named Ross, his grey eyes turning away from me and
onto the unknown speaker.
threw me to the ground and walked over to the other man whose face
I could now clearly see. He had blazing blue eyes with tousled
brown hair, and high cheekbones and a set, square jaw. I had no
hope of trying to escape as I saw his muscles through his blood
stained shirt. A fragile young girl against three burly men, the
odds did not look good. I lay motionless as the other three
conferred about my fate in low voices. I had hoped to pass out on
the ground to relieve my suffering, even if only for a short while
but before too long I was hauled over someone's shoulder and
chucked into the boot of their car. I cried out in pain as my ribs
smashed hard against the floor of the boot and my breathing became
harsh and heavy. I saw the blue eyed man go to slam the boot shut,
but cautiously I stuck my head out to smell the air for what could
be the last time with tears rolling down my face. He looked at me
with his head on one side, almost like a curious puppy approaching
a stranger wondering what would happen next. His face looked cold
and uncaring, but his eyes seemed concerned as he saw me clutch my
ribs and gasp.
the moment of caring I may have imagined as his face vanished and I
was plunged into my prison. My deep despair.
* * * *