《Forced to become someone else's fantasy》Chapter 1: kidnapped
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As I slowly woke up from my deep slumber, all I could hear was my heartbeat. It went faster and faster. I panicked. I had no idea how to calm down. I kept hearing it beating, how my heart pumps my blood through my veins at a fast tempo.
I try to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But it only worsened my anxiety. To my horror, I noticed that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress. I try to move around my weak limbs with not much success. My hands and ankles were tied down with some type of cuffs. It did not hurt, but it was not comfortable either.
I didn't know what to do. What happened? Why was I tied down? These were the kind of questions that kept running through my mind. I had now enough strength to open my eyes. Darkness. I was surrounded by darkness while I was being tied up to some kind of bed. My heartbeat did not slow down. How did I end up like this?
I couldn't remember anything.
'Do not panic,' I told myself. Panicking won't help me. I took a deep breath and then another one, and another one, as many as I needed to slow down my heartbeat so my head became clear. I tried to remember my last memories. I dig and dig through my mind and nothing came up. Only blurry images. What had happened?
The last thing I could remember clearly was that I was done with work... Then I left the building in one piece. So that meant nothing happened at work, right? What happened after that? I wanted to take a cab but decided against it. I didn't want to go home yet. So, I took the long route by walking home. What then?
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From here on the images became foggier.
I walked and walked and then I broke down. Did I cry? Yes, I cried. I broke down and I went sitting on the pavement to take a moment before collecting myself. And then... nothing.
Everything after that was either blurry or black until a moment ago when I woke up. How stupid I was. I was too busy with my self-pity that I did not notice someone followed me and took me with them. How stupid I was.
I literally could scream at myself. I knew so well how dark and evil people can be and still I walked into somebody's trap. I knew how scary the world was and yet I became the victim of just another injustice, another crime. Soon I will be just a statistic. Nobody will care about me missing or being dead. Thus, I knew I will be another unsolved case that in a couple of years will turn into a cold case. Where men will found out years later that I was abducted and God knows what else happened to me.
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The sadness of it all hit me like a wave. I wanted to do so much more with my life. I closed my eyes and let my silent tears fall.
Life was truly unfair.
No, stop thinking like that, thoughts like that won't help you now. Try to find a solution instead of thinking about problems. So I tried moving again, hoping I could escape from my bounds. Unfortunately, no matter what I tried it did not help. I opened my eyes again. I squinted them to try and find something in this darkness that could help me to escape my current situation. I looked around and I could see some silhouettes but I couldn't make anything of it. A frustrated sigh escaped from my lips.
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I tried to think of any ordinary items I could use to set myself free, but I quickly came to realize that I don't have anything in my pockets and I had not hair clips in my hair.
That was my last idea. No other options came to my mind. I came to the conclusion that there were no solutions to any of my problems. The thought of screaming for help crossed my mind but then again it could also attract my kidnappers if they were out there. Maybe that isn't a good idea, but then again what should I do?
The only thing that I could think of is to wait, to wait for my heartbeat to slow down, to wait for some signal that I was being held at some place against my will by people I did not know. Because right now I don't know if this is an evil master plan by my fiancé or by some stranger.
So waiting it is.
I think I fell asleep again because I was jolted awake by a sound of an opening door. The light fell into the room and the silhouettes became more clear. The first things I saw were a dresser and the light grey and pink walls. Then I saw two figures coming up to me. Fear was all I could feel and think of.
I could hear how they moved around the room. One whispered to the other about something I did not understand. My heartbeat went through the roof as I had never been so afraid as I am right now. Never in my life have I felt this hopeless.
Then after a couple of seconds, the curtains in the room were opened and the whole room was lightened by the sun. Well at least it's a beautiful day, a beautiful day to die I thought.
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