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.

silence descends. I strain my ears, waiting for the next move in this macabre dance. A hand, cold against

I stiffen

guttural, murmurs

but the words

to resist, but

do they

they do to me?

away, and for a moment, I gasp for air.

echoes in the emptiness. But the relief is fleeting. My limbs remain bound, my eyes concealed by the blindfold, and the reality of my captivity settles like a heavy

Panic rises, a tide of fear that threatens to drown me. I scream, the sound raw and desperate, a plea for freedom in the silence of my captivity. Unable to move my legs or arms, I wriggle helplessly on the

of the Mating Run! It’s against the rules!”

the room, each word a defiance

captors.

that follows is unsettling.

humanity, a mockery that

Abducted

haunting refrain.

and I recoil at the

a violation, a tactile intrusion that sends revulsion coursing through me. I want to vomit, to purge the contamination of their touch. The darkness amplifies

nerve.

let me go!”

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

hold me captive. The ropes dig into my flesh, a reminder of my helplessness. My limbs ache, but

sends a jolt of pain through me. I gasp, the agony a visceral reminder of my vulnerability. My captor’s fingers dig into my skin, squeezing

skin.

the silence, a voice that sends shivers down my spine.

your neck. But no mating mark,

are a taunt, a mocking commentary on the symbols that

word reverberates in my mind, and I feel a flush of humiliation. My captor’s fingers release their vice–like grip, and I’m left gasping for breath.

mark,” my captor repeats, the words laden with a sinister satisfaction. “He

Zeke, huh?” The words land like

“But look at your now, just another body

with Zeke. But my captor’s voice is a relentless reminder of the deception that wove its tendrils through the

touch, this time gentler, traces the contours of my

flinch, repulsed by my captor’s

My captor’s words 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

captor’s laughter resounds, a chorus of malevolence that mocks my vulnerability.

played with you, and now you’re here. Alone.

speak, my voice a tremor

hang in the air, a plea for answers

captor remains silent for a moment, their breath echoing in the

darkness.

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