Chapter One

It was a lonely dark night and the moon seemed less bright in the sky not giving much light upon this dark world.

Every corner I took was creepy not because of the locals wondering around it was the darkness that surrounded me, sucking me deeper into the unknown. I had no clue to where I might be going.

Being in an unknown area has riled up my nerves and this somehow put me in a situation that I could not solve. It felt as if I was going mad as the deafening sounds of the night awakened. Shaking all negative thoughts from my shoulders would be a start to knowing what my next step would be.

As I gathered myself and cleared my mind I could see the atmosphere around me for what it was. I wanted to stay in that spot just to admire this place even though there was a downfall.

I am glad that I made it out, having doubts about my survival was sure hell and no one should ever go through the things I'd gone through.

I was definitely not looking forward to what had happen to me and my plan on getting away worked out but now I'm lost not even knowing which country I am situated in. The fear of knowing you are in a place where no one knew you and no one was looking for you pained my heart.

It has been three years since I have gone missing and I knew that I had no way out because I had no family, no friends and surly my co-workers might have believed that I was either fired or I quit the job. The heartbreak of knowing I was alone in this world unsettled me but I guess it's just something I'd have to get use to.

The day when it all happened I was walking along the road on my way home from work and a car stopped right in front of me. I strutted faster down trying to get away from this suspicious black SUV car, turning around to check how far behind they were as the men climbed out. All they wore was black, a black hoodie and a black mask to cover there face from my eyes.

I tried to understand what was going on but before I could even do something or gather my thoughts a hand grabs me by the arm and pulls me from the back towards the SUV, putting a cloth to my mouth. I'm pretty sure that there was some chemicals on the cloth because the smell burnt my nose. I stopped breathing shortly not wanting to breathe the toxins in, afraid of what it might do to me.

In most situations like this I acted as if it was normal although my heart and mind would scream for freedom. It was no use to fight them off, to try and break free because I was weak not in the sense of 'if you touch me I'll break' kind of weak though but towards these gigantic men towering over me I might be.

The men was strangely watching me with a curious look on their face as the other held their right hand with the cloth to my mouth. My mind told me to move,to bite his hand and make a run for it but I knew if I did that then those other two men would attack me. Then I saw a syringe laying on the floor of the car and before I could even think and make a move to pick it up everything around me went black and my body had gone limp.

I tried to make sense of what was happening, I tried to move but I couldn't. Being aware of what was going on around me and not able to see or move was the worst thing possible that could happen to me besides getting kidnapped. I did not know what they want from me. It was strange that these men found me to be interesting enough and figured 'what the hell let's just kidnap her'

I was so fed up that I stop fighting and I gave up on everything because I knew there would be no way out of this of cause only if someone realised that I was missing and I definitely do not have people in my life so well done to these men for kidnaping a person like me that has no ties with people.

The car finally came to a halt and everything went quiet for a moment and then I heard a slam an the cars door opened as two men help me out of the car and dragged me to a huge truck on the other end of the road. I noticed that the other man who was with them took his mask off. His gaze was peircing through me and I didn't know why I felt a shift towards what was going on.

He stood there with an unwelcome expression on his face then looked at me with petty in his eyes. Was this guy for real. Did he seriously feel sorry for what he has done. I could tell that he wanted to help me escape but couldn't because we were surrounded by men.

When we came to a stop at the pick up truck, the other men opened up the door and what I saw stunned me. There were so many woman in this truck, so many that I lost count. They all looked lost and frightened needing someone to soothe them. Luckily I had arrived and I could try to muster up the courage to make them believe that everything would be alright.

After a long drive to who knows where, men in black suits loaded us onto a boat where the boat took us way out of the country. All the women tried there best to show no fear but It was inevitable for them to crack at anytime. If I was in their shoes I'd know how they must have felt heck who was I to kid because the same thing that happened to them was happening to me.

"Stop crying you fools" A man at the door demanded which obviously made the women cry even more. As I tried moving further away from the door I saw a little girl staring up at me with tears rolling down her cheek and a leaky nose. "wheres your mother?" I questioned her knowing she wouldn't answer me so I took her by the hand and picked her up, carrying her with me to the back.

I can't believe they kidnapped a little girl. What could a small child have possibly done for this to happen to her too. She stared at me, wiping her nose then curled herself in a ball on my lap. This is one of the good traits I had, being kind to others and treating them with care. Everything went quiet, I was caught in a strange silence that I couldn't figure out.

Not too long my eyes grew heavy and I fell straight into a deep sleep holding on tight to this young girl next to me as she was already sleeping.

Later the night I was woken by someone stroking my hair. I wanted to open my eyes to show the person I was awake but I was too afraid. "I can tell that you're awake." a deep husky voice stated. I don't know how he knew I was awake because I never even moved or opened my eyes.

"Normally people move in their sleep and you were as stiff as a rock." He exclaimed answering my thoughts. Could he read my mind. I still held my eyes close not bothered that he was talking to me. If he wanted to have a conversation with someone there were plenty other women here other than me to do so.

"Look at me." he demanded with a high pitched voice forcing me to open my eyes and look at him. I couldn't do much so I just opened my eyes and found him hovering over me, staring straight at me with an unknown expression.

"Its my turn to be on watch." he explains waiting for me to say something. I wasn't just going to talk to him after all he is one of the men that dragged me in a car with out my consent then looked at me with petty as they loaded me in a truck.

"You don't talk much do you." He says as if he was unsure about this comment. It's not that I don't talk much it's just that I don't know what conversation I could possibly have with him. "But then again I did kidnap you." he rumbles. I noticed the change in his tone which was a bit odd for him because he shouldn't have felt guilty about being a kidnapper after all it is his job.

"Thanks for stating the obvious." I comment with an unamused tone wishing he just left me alone. He didn't bother saying anything back to me and just slithered is left hand in his hair frustratedly.

I thought of this one joke my friend at work told me about a captive audience it was something to laugh about but being captive and having a audience put the whole meaning of 'captive audience' in a different perspective. I stared up at the guy studying his every move waiting for him to say something but it never came instead he moved away from me and took his place at the door guarding it from any intruders from coming in or any hostage leaving.

He stood there looking around the place to make sure everyone wasn't trying something dumb. Looking back at me, he never took his eyes off me after that. The kidnapper clenched his jaw as if he was trying to control himself, control himself from what exactly.

"You know someday you'll thank me for kidnaping you" he exclaimed with certainty in his voice as if he was promising me something, something that might not happen anytime soon. To be honest I was a bit flattered that my kidnapper was being so calm and easy with me.

"Whats that suppose to mean?" i question him with a stern look on my face and he answered me with a gruesome smirk. He wasn't like the others but still I could say I surly do hate my life right now.