Coraline awoke, her head felt ready to burst with pressure; and her throat felt drier than the Sahara desert. She tried to place her left hand on her pounding head, but discovered she couldn't move it. Curious, she opened her eyes slowly and braced herself for the pain. The light invaded her eyes, making her head thump and pound. She persevered and soon her eyes sprung open properly, letting her view her surroundings. She was in a warehouse, in the centre by the looks of things. The Warehouse looked disused and rather grim, dust and cobwebs clung from boxes and the rafters. She found herself peering down to see why she was so restricted. She was bound to a wooden chair with rope, because that wasn't cliche at all. Why does my head hurt, and why am I bound to a chair? She thought quickly to herself, she was trapped. Trapped like a rat. Even Michael wouldn't come save her. A pang of guilt rippled up through her, Michael... She thought bitterly to herself. He had hurt her yes; but he had done it in self defence, and she had pushed him away. The only person she knew in this city, and she had deserted him.

The smell of something potent, pulled her away from her deep thoughts. In a way she was glad, they were beginning to torment her, in a way she hated. It was coming from behind a door by the smell of things, she gagged a little and found her throat drying up some more. What is that smell? It's awful! She grimaced, it was a chemical smell for certain, the kind you'd get if you combined two kitchen detergents you weren't supposed to. Panic soon set in. She wriggled and tried to get free, she was in a warehouse, tied to a chair, her head hurt and there was a chemical smell... she had been drugged and kidnapped. Was it Michael? She thought; but she pushed that to the side, upon realising Michael didn't have the knowledge- or patience- to do that. This worried her more, at least with Michael she could plead, beg and say she was sorry; but with strangers, she was a sitting duck.

The sound of footsteps, made her wriggle and thrash about more frantically, in a bid to get free of her bonds. At least then she had a slim chance, instead of just being sat here - rendered powerless.
"Well, well, well, lookie here boys... Little bitch is trying to get free." She heard a gruff voice mutter, the words echoed around the metal walls, bounding off of them. She slowly looked over to the direction of the voice, to see it's owner stood tall with a wide smile on his face. Coraline couldn't speak, she was frozen in fear at the sight before her. The male was tall, about the same size as Michael, the left side of his face was marred and his left eye pure white. He looked to be around thirty and was wearing a thick fur jacket, a cigar was in his left hand, which appeared to be burned. The scarred man, was surrounded by at least twelve guards, all male and rather young looking. The youngest looked to be seventeen, whilst the oldest, twenty. Whoever he was, he looked dangerous; and he certainly didn't want to invite her to a tea party. Coraline, decided to play it safe and to talk as little as possible, if she complied with what they wanted, they would more than likely release her without too much harm.
"You gotta name girl?" The scarred male asked, Coraline quickly debated telling him the truth or lying. She decided, there was no point in lying and replied honestly- Well to a certain extent.
"Coraline..." She slowly choked out, her throat didn't want to release those words and had tightened itself up. The scarred male raised a questioning eyebrow before turning to one of his lackeys.
"Clint, that wouldn't be Coraline Foxton would it? The girl that went missing from Mississippi?" His lackey asked him, the Scarred man named Clint turned to her and lowered his face a little.
"No, no! I'm Coraline Robinson!" Coraline quickly improvised, there was no way in hell she was being honest again. It was far too risky, it appeared people were after her- and after Michael. She wasn't putting him in danger.

Clint, stared at her before shrugging his shoulders.
"She doesn't look anything like her, the photos showed her to have long black hair, her hair is short and they have different coloured eyes. Anyways how she gonna get from there to here?" Clint spat out, reassuring himself and his men. Coraline sighed with relief, they had shown the only photo left of her on the news clearly. Her school one from the start of the year, she had worn her purple contacts that day and she had had long hair, before cutting it a few months back. She was beginning to love her weird and wacky decisions now. If I had thought, my life would depend on that photo, I would have coloured my hair blue. Coraline thought to herself, the thought made her smile, something which Clint didn't like...
"What you smiling at? You aint gonna be smiling in a few moments... your new friends are coming to see you..." He slowly spoke, a wicked smile spread across his lips, making Corey panic. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her. It all made sense now. They were sex traffickers, they took in young girls, then sold them on as slaves... This was not happening, she wasn't going to let these bastards take away her innocence and sell it to the highest bidder... in a weird way she wanted that to go to Michael...
"No... no not that please no!" She screamed and begged, tears began to role down her face. She had begun to get warm in the cheeks, and her head became light, this felt surreal to her; and she wasn't sure if it was another twisted dream... Why didn't I stay with Michael... She thought glumly to herself, this was it... she was going to be taken away. She was going to become a hollow husk, something that didn't have purpose in life- A Sexual dirty disgrace.
"Shut it. You have no say, you're gonna do what we tells ya? understand? HAH course ya do, who's gonna stop us Hm?" Clint laughed whilst questioning a distraught Coraline, who looked up at him with teary eyes, hope flickering in them, she would cling to this little bit of hope, because if not she ought to just give up now.
"My boyfriend." She spat out, she wasn't going to let them do this. She would rather die, then become some sick twisted mans love toy. Clint laughed some more before clutching his sides.
"Oh, and who would this hero be?" He asked through teary eyes, though his were in amusement. Coraline's smile widened.
"Michael..." She heard more laughter uproar from Clint and heard some of his men laugh with him.
"Oho, the infamous Michael Myers perhaps?" Clint asked chuckling some more, Coraline bit her tongue and remained silent. Yes, though I doubt he will come... Coraline desperately thought, she put her head back on the back of the chair and sighed.

Low and behold to Clint, his men and Coraline, watching from an open window was Michael himself. He felt rage bubble up inside of him, they were going to violate her. dirtier her and make her impure... if anyone was to do that, it was to be him- and him alone. They didn't love her or care about her, so why should they have the honour of taking something as precious as that? They didn't have the right to do so! Sex wasn't something to casually throw about, or sell for money, it was about loving somebody to the point, you want your bodies to join and your souls to stick together. He killed many teenagers who had it, because they were throwing it about, being the idiots they were. He killed his sister, because she was a vile hateful bitch.
"Hold on Corey, Michaels coming." He muttered under his breath, these bastards would die a painful death. No one, was going to touch her; and if they did, they'd feel his blade against their heart.

Authors note:

Wanted to write this for a while; but kept scrapping it. Soooo what do you think? :)