No. Please, just no.

I whimpered and my body shook as the ice-cold gun barrel was shoved into my back again.

"Move it." The voice spoke, gruffly. This was the first time I heard the voice. I was sure it was a man, late thirties.

I shook my head, and tried to turn my head. I turned a fraction and he stuck me in my jaw, so hard I bent over.

"Shut up and listen to me." He grabbed me by my hips and snarled into my ear. "Do what I say, or else."

Oh god! This was so cliché! I bet the next thing you're going to do is give me a full set of instructions, asking me for my parents' number and then ask them for a ransom.

I shivered. I was clearly delirious. I had been standing in this cold room for quite a while now – at least 10 hours. I swear if I had to do this any longer I might just collapse. I thought of my parents. They told me not to go anywhere close to the 'black building on the wrong side of town'. I let out a strangled sob and regretted disobeying them.

"I told you to SHUT UP!" growled the voice one again. He jabbed me again and pushed me down to the floor.

I huddled up in a tight ball and closed my eyes. Tears were streaming down my face now. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out. Now.

Come on Bells, think of something. You know you can. Just focus…
Suddenly I thought of something. Would it work? Well, there was one way to find out.

"HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking at the end.

"Shit." He cursed, and put his hand over my mouth.

Cliché, cliché, stereotypical. They do it all the time. I mean, its on the television, for gods sake!

I almost laughed out when I bit down on his ring finger – I was told it was the most sensitive. I guess I was right.

"What the…?" He murmured and took a swing for me.

I dodged out the way and headed for the opposite direction. Thank goodness for my small physique. I got away and ran down the long dark corridor.

For two minutes I ran non-stop until I came to a door. There was light coming from beneath.

This had to be the way I got in. One question. How to get out?

I heard footsteps thudding on the floor and I knew he was coming my way.

I shook the doorknob but it just wouldn't turn. I knew I was stuck. I pounded hard on the door.

Come on! I'm not THAT weak, am I? I knew I should have taken self-defense or something.

He arrived panting in front of me, glared, and swung his arms at me.

The door fell open.

I fell backwards.

Into nothing.