murder and became his hostage.
beneath the deck of a shipping container…. I realise to save my life I need to
time to Play Along with his perverted demands.
that I secretly do.
stronger than my body and this time he picked the wrong girl to mess with.
becomes the played, escape will be my reality.
his arms before he kisses her.
self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see
this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.
long as my gut instinct would allow.
friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on
so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her
up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as
she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away
from that man.
hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get
home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he
overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she
went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The
catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and
Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.
knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
fuck did he have to take her from me?
ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when
Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa. My life changed that day. Mel was happy,
confident, and attractive.
seductively as she dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says
something and then they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.
exactly how he wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.
most important people in my life will no longer be a part of it. The floor
sways beneath me. How is this possible?
and then they start to really go for it.
adrenaline hits its crescendo. I need to stop them, stop everything.
home and move out. Don’t give them a chance to deny or defend it.
beneath my feet. I’m dizzy and disorientated. I stay there for a while longer
with my eyes firmly on the dirty treasons. He kisses her and lifts her thigh up
to wrap around his, a move he always pulls on me.
over to them, but I push him in the back as he pins her to the wall, he falls
forward and then looks around, his expression drops in horror. Before I know
what I’m doing, I’ve punched him in the face.
what it looks like,” she stammers.
man walking past and throw it in her face, following it up with a hard slap
across her cheek. She staggers back in shock, her hand flying up to her
down.” He pulls me away from Melissa, clearly scared that I am going to hit her
him and a myriad of emotions fill me, but it is his betrayal that steals my
voice. I have so many things I want to say, so many things that have escaped my
brain. My eyes search his and he tries to grab my hand.
disbelief. Suddenly the walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get
out of here.
push out into the cold night air, the door slamming behind me.
It’s dark and there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front
of me, then I turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked
and there is no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.
stomach. My eyes widen in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly
through the group of men and one of them grabs me by the arm. “I need me some
clean ass tonight.”
face with his gun, the pain ringing through my head like a lightning bolt
before I fall to the ground.
car trunk. “No,” I whisper. “No.” My handbag falls to the ground and I see
someone pick it up and throw it in the car.
hear them talking to each other in the backseats behind me. Everything is foggy
and my head, it hurts so much. I feel something hot run through my hair. What
is it? I put my hand up and feel a deep gash in my head, the dripping blood hot
and sticky. What the fuck? Oh no. They will kill me.
before they kill me, all five of them.
do you get out of a car trunk? Is there a latch?
roof. The car slows down. Shit! My eyes widen.
of the traffic lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static,
stuck in traffic.
legs and try to push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang
frantically on the ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner
of the carpet. Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear
back the carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being
kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.
growls from inside the car.
to get out of here. Now.
eventually it flies open in a rush and a tire iron flings back, hitting me
straight in the nose.
my face. Oh, crap, I think I broke my own nose. I grab the tire iron and hit it
on the roof with all of my strength. The impact makes it ricochet back and hits
me straight in the eyebrow.
face. If they don’t kill me I am doing a good job of it myself here.
some kind of attention. “Help me,” I yell. “Someone… call the police. Help.”
change, the car flies around the corner, and I go flying, sending the tools
scattering throughout the trunk so they hit me. The driver turns a right like a
maniac and I slide and hit my head against the side.
Then the vehicle flies around a left corner and I go sliding again. I can hear
the tires screeching as the car races down the street.
roof to stop myself from hitting the edge, but I can’t, and as the car flies
around the corner I crumple into the hard metal end of the trunk. The tools are
flying around and hitting me. Shit. I feel around frantically for the tire iron
again. I may need it, but I can’t find it, and my hand feels around the
cold hard metal. My heart is racing as the car races out of control. I need a plan,
but what is the damn plan?
stop myself from flying around. Whoever opens the trunk is getting knocked out
with this fucker. My thoughts cross to Oprah and her sound advice to never go to the second location. I don’t
remember much from Oprah, but I do know that she said never go to the second
location if being kidnapped—fight like hell to escape because they are going to
kill you as soon as you get there.
begin to get mad, like, furious mad. How dare they? I’ve had a really fucking
bad night and I’m not in the mood for this shit. After about twenty minutes and
sixty attack plans, the car slows down and goes over speed bumps.
jack in the other. If I’m going to die tonight, someone is coming with me. I
wriggle around so my feet are facing the opening, and I pull them back towards
my chest. I can hardly breathe, I’m so scared. I hold my weapons in my hand and
wait. The car doors open and the whole car lifts as the men get out.
another sickening thought crosses my mind. What if they just leave me in here?
parking lot. I put my tire iron down next to me on the floor and I bang on the
trunk lid. “Help me. Let me out,” I call.
grip the tire iron in my hand.
might and connect my feet with a man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I jump
out of the trunk and one man comes at me. I swing the tire iron as violently as
I can and hit him hard in the head, watching as he falls away. The other men
all laugh at their two friends on the ground. Another man comes at me and I
swing the car jack as hard as I can and cut his face open.
parking lot that seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the
seagulls. I run with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn
high-heeled shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.
face and they struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip.
They are too strong.
and wrestle to try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness,
guiding me back to the car.
and stop the bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.
on me. I bend down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man
on my left, hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The
distraction lets me rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the
face. The man who I hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them
hold me down.
all seem to be looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like
them. He’s clearly the alpha of the group.
shakes his head.
going to fucking bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking
doing with her?” he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking
before rising back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”
cigarette. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.
The guy disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two
men on either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my
face as I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.
away from the black cloth that smells like chemicals.
perspiration from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.
it is tied to a post.
tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He
is looking through my wallet from my handbag.
my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.
on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers
through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies
dryly, arching his brow.
bends and takes it in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.
What do you want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”
them through my lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have
I had sex? “Did you…?” I hesitate.
“A sweet smelling pussy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t
resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.” He
lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as
his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing
straight.” He sneers.
and drags my eyes to meet his.
I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not
husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with