Its funny how things are so different in reality then in your thoughts. You spend your life watching crime shows on TV, or listening to the news. You hear all these things about people getting kidnapped, and you start to think about what you would do in that situation. You will be reading a book, and the character is kidnapped or attacked and your thinking “oh, well, that would never happen to me. I would scream and kick and get away.” You never expect something like that to happen in real life, and if it ever did, you glamorize yourself, your mind portraying you as someone braver and smarter then you really are (it also shows you as some beautiful person, which more often then not, you are not).

You are never like that when it really happens. When the abductor brings the knife around to your throat, your organized plans fly right out of your brain. You thoughts are no longer rational. Fear takes you in her dreaded clutches, consuming every thought you ever had. I should know all of this, for it has happened to me.

Yes, I am stuck in this nightmare that we all have. The nightmare of being trapped by a stranger, helpless as he holds your life in your hand, prepared to take it all away if need be. I am bound in the dark, cold concrete room, my fate uncertain. I don’t know what happened, why he chose me. I am only fourteen, and I’m not even very pretty. I don’t see what he could ever want with me—except for… I shudder. The thought of rape alone is enough to scare me half to death. I prey that’s not what he plans to do with me. Of course, what else could it be?

Ok, why did I ever start thinking about this? Now my mind is filled with thoughts of torture, rape, and murder. Just what I need to be thinking about. I let my head fall against the wall and wince as the cool concrete makes contact with the wound he made while knocking me out earlier. Heavy footprints cause me to jerk my head up. I inch closer into the corner as the mad advances towards me. The tears that I had been able to control threaten to flow and minute as he comes closer and closer.

“How are we today?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I stay quiet. “I can imagine you’re not to happy.” He says, with a sick laugh. Vile rises up in my throat and I swallow it back down.

“Please… what do you want with me?” I whisper, my voice hoarse with terror. He chuckles.

“Now what fun would it be if I told you?” Oh yeah, it’s not good.