Prolouge

...Velma...

So many thoughts have been running through my head lately. I don't even know where to begin, so I guess I'll start here. You see, I'm changing. Something is going horribly wrong with my mental stability. For your information, I'm not going psycho or anything of the sort. It took me a few weeks to discover what my diagnosis is, but when it started, even I'll admit that I was confused.

It all started with the last mystery. Fred and Daphne split up together, as usual. That left me with two options; either go by myself, or join the dynamic duo of Shaggy and Scooby-Doo. Seeing as it was late at night and that I didn't exactly want to branch off by myself in an old, decrepit house, I tagged along with Shaggy and Scooby.

One thing led to another, and Shaggy and Scooby fell through a couple of rotted floor boards. While I frantically searched for a way to get my friends out of the hole they now stood in, the culprit appeared behind me. I recall Shaggy yelling, demanding that I get out of there before I got hurt; I complied.

I'll be the first to admit, I'm not really physically fit by any means. As I tried my best to run, I tripped and fell onto my chest, sending my glasses flying off my face and onto the floor. Everything literally became a blur, and I felt myself being dragged by my ankles to a place I was thankful that I couldn't see.

I screamed and I thrashed, scratching myself against the wooden floor. When we hit the carpet, however, my elbows began to burn, as did my stomach. In all honesty, for the first time, my logic evaded me and I really thought he had removed my sweater. How foolish of me, though. It was still around my neck, for one. Second, it took me all of thirty seconds to realize that my shirt was riding up due to the direction we were traveling, and that it was being rubbed against the floor.

Panic had taken over my senses, and I wasn't thinking rationally. Of course this creepy thing was just going to tie me up and gag me until my friends came to rescue me. I was going to be used as bait. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

I felt myself being thrown against something hard, and it knocked the breath out of me. Screaming, I tried to hit at the person in the mask, but to no avail. He ended up trying my hands behind my back. Then, I felt myself being thrown onto the ground on my stomach. By now, I was in more tears than I'd ever been in my entire life. My throat was raw from screaming, and my heart felt as though it was going to burst out of my chest. I was tired from crying; my stomach and chest muscles sore from it all.

The pain I felt next will never be felt again, as he took something from me that I will never be able to get back. It was horrible, the pain that ripped through me. His saliva covered member roughly pushed in and out of me, causing me to scream louder than I have ever done in my life. He pulled at my short, tangled hair, and spoke obscenities to me while he continued to soil my womanhood.

My friends never came, and I felt abandoned. I couldn't blame Scooby and Shaggy, though; I know they were unable to get out of that hole. Fred and Daphne, though, they should have come when they heard me scream. I'm Velma Dinkley; I hardly ever scream.

I felt him pull out, and he sprayed all over my skirt. I felt disgusting. I had been made impure, and it was the worst I had ever felt. He demanded that I stay where I was; I made nice bait, he said. I knew it! I was just ransom, but then I became victim. His laugh made me cringe through my tears, and I sill can't describe it.

The man then proceeded to clean me up, the stain still lining the back of my skirt. Unable to see, I felt myself being thrown onto a cold, metal floor. The sound of a gate shutting led me to believe that I was inside of a cage of some sort. I was trapped.

Fred and Daphne must have found Scooby and Shaggy because around half an hour later, they found me; so did the police who took the men into custody. I remember hearing Daphne scream my name, along with Fred and Scooby. Shaggy placed my glasses onto my face, speaking to me words that I never heard as I watched my world grow dark.