Captured © Live Life –x

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Chapter Two

She moaned as she tried to roll over in her bed, when she couldn't stretch her arms out, her eyes snapped open. What the fuck? She sat up and tried to squint into the dark, hoping to see some type of light, yet her eyes never adjusted. Gabriella looked around frantically and tried to scream. When she opened her lips, she felt her lip skin tear against the tape she hadn't even felt. Scared, Gabriella inched back toward a wall... where ever the hell that was. Once her back hit the wall, she sat against it.

Gabriella:

The dark seeped all around me; I couldn't even see my hands in front of my face. I could hear nothing, not one thing. When the door finally opened I squinted into the light, my eyes burned by the brightness. Their voices were rough, but one. His voice was soft, and he sounded as if he didn't want to do the things they made him do to me. My wrists burned from trying to pull free from the rope. My arms and legs were tied so tight I thought i would lose all four. Nothing scared me. I was brave. I had to be. My father, Sargent Rick Montez, had been away for merely three months and now I couldn't even wait for him, at home, to get back. I was trapped. The duct tape that covered my mouth began to make my lips burn. My breathing was coming in quick little puffs, and nothing mattered but trying to stay alive. As I lay on the cold, hard concrete floor, thoughts erupt in my mind.

Will I ever be able to go home?

Am I going to die?

Why am I being held hostage?

Hot tears made themselves known on my cheeks, they burned in my eyes. I closed my eyes tight. Hoping, wishing, anything that was possible, that I'd make it out alright.

One of the bulky men stepped forward, reaching for me; I tried squishing myself into the wall as much as I could. When he continued to reach for me, I started to change position. I lay on the old thinned out mattress, in the fetal position. I ducked my head underneath my tied hands, when I felt a pair of large rough calloused hand touch my bare leg I moved my leg away from the rather large man. I felt the hands grab onto my legs, and pull me toward him, he hadn't said one thing. Not one. Strange. When he finally talked his voice was harsh.

"Bathroom break, princess." He said as he flung my on to his shoulder. What is up with me and being put on shoulders?

"Be careful with her, King! She cannot be scratched! Don't you dare ruin this for us, fucker." A man muttered.

The voice was deep, menacing, and it scared the hell out of me. I wouldn't, and didn't show that. I will stay strong. My dad, Danny, anybody will save me from this prison.

When he opened the door, I wanted to turn around and throw up everything that sat in my stomach. The bathroom was filth, it looked dirty, and it looked like it hadn't been used, or been cleaned in years. The man pushed me into the bathroom. I felt exposed in just panties, and a bra.

My cheeks were red, as the man, King, pulled my panties down for me and pushed me toward the toilet. I felt violated. I wanted to rant, scream, anything for him to turn around. But he didn't. He stayed, and stared at me, as if I could quickly get the rope from around my wrists, and ankles. I glared at him as I relieved myself. I looked around for anything to clean myself. I looked toward him, disgust in my eyes, my eyebrows knitted together. He opened a dirty cupboard and grabbed out a small roll of toilet-paper. I put my arms out for him to untie. He looked like he was fighting with himself. He obviously wasn't going to clean me himself; he untied my wrists. I grabbed some paper and cleaned myself. I quickly pulled my panties back up, and flushed the toilet. When I was done I stood, trying not to tip over with the rope around my ankles. I put my wrists back out for him tie the rope around them again. For now I planned to go along with whatever came my way. I wasn't weak, and I was going to show them that.

King slowly took the tape from my raw lips and gave me a glass of water and some bread. I leaned down and grabbed the bread and nibbled on it; savoring it. When I was done I chugged the water. I let some of the bread linger near my lips, they were starting to sting. He looked down at me curiously, opening his mouth as if he were about to say something about it. I looked down at my bare dirty feet. King's heavy footsteps receded toward the door, as I slowly lay on the thin mattress. Something cool and wet touched my leg; I began to scream. When the wet thing reached up my thigh I began to scream even louder, tears overflowed onto my cheeks from fear. Whatever it was, it disappeared. I scooted back toward the wall, and moved toward the other side of the concrete room as far as I could. When the door opened and a man stepped through he saw my face and looked at me as if I were stupid.

"What's up, doll-face?" His accent was something I'd never heard before, his voice was deep, and rough.

I looked up at him and looked around the room. When I looked over at my mattress, I saw it. I gasped in horror at the sight. I screamed, kicked, and cried.

"Please be okay, please be okay." I muttered over and over again, as I crawled back toward the other side of the room. I now knew what it was.