Chapter One
She woke up in the dark. She felt something rough against her face and as she tried to reach to feel for it she realized her hands were bound. Her muscles ached as she tried to mover her hands. As panic started to set in she was trying to remember something anything. The park… She was running at the park.
She always went running at the park. It was her way to distress after a long day. She loved running in the afternoon air, the rhythm of her feet on the path drowning out the world letting her get away from it all, but how did she get here? She tried to figure out where she was but with her face and eyes covered all she could see was darkness and all she could feel was a cold hard floor beneath her. It was cool in the room and she was getting goose bumps on her arms from the chill. Thoughts were frantically running through her mind as possibilities of why she was tied up in this strange place. She was working herself into a panic as different scenarios played out in her head. She started to pull out her bindings frantically, but her arms were so sore from being tied behind her that every movement sent sharp pains through her body. She shoved her feet, trying to move to get the weight off her arms and twisted violently on to her stomach, hitting her face on the concrete. Her arms felt better but she couldn't really move without scraping her face against the hard floor.
As she lay there trying to figure out how to get free suddenly there was light, she could only make out a dark hood around her face. Then there were footsteps heading towards her and she tried moving away but couldn’t. She felt a firm grip on her arm.
“You weren’t supposed to wake up this soon.”
She felt a sharp prick in her arm and then everything went dark. When she woke she was blinded by light. A quick survey of her surroundings left her puzzled, she was in a bathroom. Everything was bright white, the exception being her. She was still dressed in the clothes she wore when she left for her run, dark blue sweat pants, a pink tank top, and tennis shoes. Her wrists were bruised from where she tried to free herself and her arms ached from being tied behind her. A part of her was just grateful to be alive, but another part of her feared what was still to come. Who was the man with the deep firm voice she heard?
She looked around the bathroom and realized there was no window, she was too scared to even try the door but it didn’t look like it had a lock on it. There was the same kind of shampoo and soap she used at home by the claw foot tub and the same toothpaste and lotion she used by the sink. She wondered to herself how the man who had taken her knew about her. Had he been watching her? As she continued to look around the bathroom she noticed the note. It was written in a neat square print as she read it she realized that this was just the beginning.
I don’t want to hurt you. I love you and you will love me. Take a bath and get cleaned up. There is a robe and towels in the cabinet. When you are done I will come for you.
She sat there stunned, not knowing what to do next. She didn’t want to face the man who did this to here and she refused to even think about taking off her clothes and taking a bath in this strange place. Surely if he had been watching they would have known that. She curled up in the corner of the bathroom, she was being defiant but she didn’t care. There was no way she would do what the letter asked. He had taken her against her will and she wasn’t going to just take it.
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