The Mating Run by Leeka

Abducted

Darkness surrounds me, a suffocating shroud that smothers my senses.

An unpleasant throbbing sensation lingers persistently at the back of my head.

My eyes flutter open, but there’s no light, only an abyss of blackness. Panic claws at my throat, and for a moment, I think I’m trapped in a nightmare. But the cold reality settles in – I’m blindfolded.

I try to move, to shake off the disorienting fog, but something restrains me.

My wrists ache, and a shiver of fear courses through me. They’re tied behind my back, bound by some thick rope. Where am I? What happened?

My ankles and legs are bound too, the tightness of the restraints cutting into my skin. I’m a prisoner in the darkness, limbs confined by invisible chains. I attempt to speak, to call out for help, but I can’t. A cloth, rough against my skin, is stuffed into my mouth, rendering me speechless.

I lie on my side, vulnerable and defenseless. The air is heavy with the unknown, a thick fog that chokes my senses. Fear courses through my veins, a relentless tide that threatens to pull me under. I strain against the bindings, the desperate need for Freedom pulsating through every fiber of my being.

My mind races, trying to piece together the fragments of memory.

I just had s*x with Zeke, needed to breathe, so I ditched our place. I’ve got. nothing on except his hoodie, walking over to the lake, taking a drink. There was this person behind me, but definitely not Zeke.

That person smacked the back of my head with something and kidnapped me.

Time stretches in the darkness, an endless expanse without markers.

I strain my ears, hoping for a clue, a sound that might unravel the mystery. But

there’s only silence, a profound stillness that amplifies the drumming of my own

heartbeat.

The cloth in my mouth muffles any attempt at sound, a cruel gag that stifles my cries for help. I want to scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, but my voice is imprisoned behind the barrier of fabric. I wonder if anyone can hear me, if there’s anyone to hear.

Fear settles like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach.

What do they want from me?

The unknown looms like a specter, casting shadows on the canvas of my thoughts. I try to shift my weight, to test the limits of my captivity, but the restraints hold me in a vice–like grip.

The ground beneath me is cold and unforgiving. I feel its texture through the thin fabric of my clothes. It’s a stark contrast to the warmth of shared intimacy that now feels like a distant memory. I long to free my hands, to reach out and touch the darkness, but the bindings deny me even that simple comfort.

The air carries no familiar scent, only the sterile chill of uncertainty. I listen, hoping to catch the faintest whisper of movement, but the silence remains unbroken. It’s a vacuum, swallowing my pleas and leaving me alone with the echoes of my own thoughts.

A sudden jolt runs through me, a realization that I’m not alone. I sense a presence, a subtle shift in the air that sends a shiver down my spine. My breath catches, and I strain to hear, to decipher the enigma that surrounds me.

Footsteps, barely audible, resonate in the darkness. They approach with deliberate intent, each step echoing like a distant drumbeat. Fear tightens its grip, a coil winding around my chest.

The footsteps draw closer, and I can almost feel the weight of someone’s gaze. I’m vulnerable, exposed, and the helplessness intensifies. I try to wriggle away, to escape the impending encounter, but the bindings hold me captive.

footsteps stop, and a heavy silence descends. I strain my ears, waiting for the next

I stiffen

voice, low and guttural, murmurs something

but the words elude

wake. I want to scream, to resist, but

do they want?

do

mouth is yanked away, and for a moment,

silent, and my heartbeat echoes in the emptiness. But the relief is fleeting. My limbs remain bound,

fear that threatens to drown me. I scream, the sound raw

isn’t part of the

each word a defiance against the unknown

captors.

that follows

then, laughter. A cold, heartless laughter that sends shivers down my spine. It’s a sound devoid of humanity, a mockery that pierces the silence like a sinister melody. I shrink back, the echoes of laughter ringing

Abducted

haunting refrain.

my neck, and I recoil at

purge the contamination of their touch. The darkness amplifies the intensity of the sensation, the unknown

nerve.

just let me

air like a foul stench. My mind races, trying to make sense of the situation, but the blindfold

from the bindings that hold me captive. The ropes dig into my flesh, a reminder of my helplessness. My

sends a jolt of pain through me. I gasp, the agony a visceral reminder of my

skin.

the silence, a voice that sends shivers down my

these hickeys on your neck. But no

commentary on

their vice–like grip, and I’m left gasping for

with

were important to Zeke, huh?” The words land like a barrage

each syllable a strike against my already battered spirit. “But look

moments with Zeke. But my captor’s voice is a relentless reminder

traces the

by my captor’s proximity.

are a blade, slicing through the vestiges of my delusions. It was a harsh awakening, a truth that tarnishes the fragments of warmth I clung to in the darkness. My captor’s fingers linger on my cheek, a touch that feels like a

resounds, a chorus of malevolence that mocks my vulnerability.

you, and now you’re

gather the strength to speak, my voice a tremor

air, a plea for answers in the void of uncertainty. “Why did you kidnap me?”

a moment, their breath

darkness.