Taken

I have been in this miserable dark smelly cell for like 14 hours or more.

Thank god I still have my scarf on my head covering my hair, and my dress was still in its shape not torn apart, which confuses me since I was dragged by some crazy violent men, but I guess it's a good thing.

I am talking to myself just to distract my mind from fear and to try to stop my pounding heart from throbbing so hard in my chest. It didn't help.

I was miserable, I wish I had listened to my father and stayed home. They didn't even see me so they think I slept and went to work early.

I am currently praying to god for my safety and begging him to save me.

The door opened making the light blind my eyes who were used to the darkness for more than fourteen hours.

I was scared that I almost peed in my pants. The loud heart pounding filled my ears again.

Two men who smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, -a smell I was never used to - grabbed me harshly dragging me out of the room. I tried to get away but it was useless because of my petite fragile body which was not so athletic nor learned self-defense since I was never out alone at night.

They pulled me into a big room with blood all over the walls which did NOT help my fear calm down, it only intensified it.

There were like hundred girls like me, all looking scared, again just like me. Some wore tight revealing dresses, and others wore casual clothes, but none of them looked like me.

I felt so out of place with my religious attire, covered from head to toe, which just made me stand out more.

I tried to approach one of them to understand what was happening but was interrupted by men making us stand in lines, they all looked defeated just like me and none of them fought back except me.

"Let go of me !" I snapped at the man trying to hold me in the line. But he was as hard as stone, emotionless, and probably mute since he didn't say anything the whole time.

Everyone was suddenly silent and slow footsteps echoed through the now so-calm room.

A tall figure appeared and approached one of the girls.

He placed his hands on her breasts and eyed her up and down, she just closed her eyes shut.

"Meeh." He shot her right in the head and her body collapsed on the floor.

I put my hand on my mouth and shut my eyes to stop my cries from making any sounds. I was never used to violence, I could never tolerate it, not even in movies.

He approached another girl who had a skin-tight dress and tattoos that looked like some gang signs. She did not look scared at all, rather pleased that he was eying her up and down with his hand traveling her body.

"Too slutty." He smirked and shot her too. I closed my eyes the minute he pulled his gun at her head so I don't have to see that again.

He came close to the girl standing at the beginning of my line, he hadn't noticed me yet thanks to god.

The young ruthless pervert started touching her again with his dirty filthy hands. This one was scared.

"Beautiful but no curves." He shot her too.

The list went on and on he killed by far five teen girls for having small boobs or no cleavage like it was nothing and with every girl he killed he made me more scared.

Then his eyes met mine, and I swear to god I have never felt this much fear before. His cold eyes were searching for mine. He walked towards me slowly and I closed my eyes shut so hard that I could feel them well up.

I could feel his presence towering over me but I couldn't dare to look at him.

The moment his hand landed under my chin to lift my face I knew I was going to die. I did my silent prayer asking Allah (God) for forgiveness for every sin I have ever made and slowly opened my eyes.

I have nothing to lose anyway...

My brown orbs met his cold dark ones. He eyed me up and down like I was some meat and he was a hungry Lion.

I looked him dead in the eyes to show him I was not scared at all. I wasn't at the moment because it was my fate and I accepted it.

"Mhm, interesting." His hand traveled toward my scarf to take a peek at my hair, but unfortunately for him, I stopped him by grabbing his big wrist, that move earned a husky dark chuckle from him.

"Religious and pure, I like it."

My eyes almost fell out from my skull and A lamp was forming at the back of my throat. I gulped so hard that I doubted he heard it.

"Pl-lease don't t-t-touch me. J-j-just kill me a-a-alread-d-dy." I stuttered against my will.

He smirked at me and came closer in a very intimidating way.

His eyes turned even darker if that's possible, and his smirk deepened when he released those shattering words from his cruel mouth.

"Oh baby I will not kill you, I am taking you with me, can't put such beauty and purity to waste can I."

Tears made their way down my cheeks and my lips and body were trembling like there was no tomorrow. I wish there wasn't.

That's when I realized that getting killed by him was so much better than being taken by him.

Those lucky girls.

He took my hands in his enormous ones and walked with me barely walking because of my weak knees, so he was dragging me out of the room.

"Kill the rest !" He ordered with so much power and fierce that just made me so much more afraid if that is even possible.

Loud gunshots echoed in the dark hallways where we were walking, followed by cries for mercy. It was so frightening that I was not even able to make a sound. Just Shocking.

After a long car ride with him making me stop moving and shutting me up from my screams we finally got to the biggest isolated mansion I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Don, you are welcome home." The butler said.

Oh crap ...