Memory lane Kezia's pov

"NOOOOO!!!". I screamed at the top of my voice and felt my throat burn at the violation of my vocal cords but that was the least of my worries when her cloth was suddenly ripped off my body.

"Get off me". I screamed as I tried to get away from the mad man's grip on my waist.

"I'm sorry". She heard a deep voice at the nape of neck which felt like velvet......

'What the heck are you thinking about Kezia...You are about to be kidn.....

Her line of thought was broken when the owner of the voice suddenly turned her so she was facing him.

Taking note of her surroundings and for someone who has had her fair share of hotels, she figured she was in a very expensive hotel judging by the interior decor of the hallways. And by very...she meant very expensive.

Her own very sapphire blue eyes finally turned to look at her abductor's brown eyes that were so brown if you didn't look closely could always pass for black and she stared at them for a moment before she found her self slowly loosing consciousness.

"N...n...no". She stuttered as she struggled to keep her consciousness intact but was failing miserably.

Slowly, she fell in the abyss of darkness but no before hearing him whisper the words 'I'm sorry' to her ears again.

******

"Damn that terrible dream". Kezia muttered to herself before getting up from the tiny bed she managed to own in her tiny appartment.

She walked to the fridge reminiscing on the dream she's had every night since that incident five years ago and jumped in fear when the alarm she set for six am this morning went off.

"Fucking damn alarm ...and I've got to get to work". She muttered when she realised what the alarm was for.