insignifigantx
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lol.
hi,
i'm undercover.
you probably don't know my first and ever account,
and never will.
i'm another irrelavent piece to your incomplete puzzle.
hi,
i'm undercover.
you probably don't know my first and ever account,
and never will.
i'm another irrelavent piece to your incomplete puzzle.
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Hide and Seek,
Escape and Run
It was difficult to move when I was tied with my hands behind my back. I didn't want to move anyway; I would just get more burns. The room was damp, and looked like it belonged in a warehouse. From the view of the small square window, I was surely in an apartment. "Awake?" he asks me. I turn around and see a man, tall, handsome, tanned, and just... attractive.
"Ask me anything." he says, writing at the desk in the corner of the room.
"Can I get out?" I beg.
"No. I'm looking for a different question." he replies, solemnly.
"Your attractive, to be honest, and why would you abduct me?"
"No one accepts me. Why not do anything else? I don't feel guilt when I r/pe girls."
"You're a jerk."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a jerk."
"I have a bat behind the door."
"I don't care!"
"I will use it." I mumbles.
I don't talk back at him. I close my eyes and lay back in my spot, pretending to snore. I can feel his arms wrap around me. He whispers soothing words, like 'hush', 'you'll be safe', or 'no nightmares today, i promise'. He then unties my ropes. I am ready. I replay what I visualise: kicking him in the crotch and removing the bat, smacking him, taking the bat with me, run out, and call the cops. And so I do it.
"Awhhhhahh!" he yells when my foot jams onto his crotch area. I sack him once, but his leg catchs me and I trip. I scream and punch him in the jaw as he crawls on me, and he flies back. I grab the bat and hit him once, twice, thrice. I run as fast as I can. I spot my backpack and reach for it as my other hand unlocks the door. I slam it in his face as he's about to catch me and I continue.
I pant, and as I reach the bottom of the apartment building, I run down the street back to my home.
I want to stop. I want this dream all to end, but if I keep on pinching myself, I'll be hurt even more than I am when I'm touched by him.
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Escape and Run
It was difficult to move when I was tied with my hands behind my back. I didn't want to move anyway; I would just get more burns. The room was damp, and looked like it belonged in a warehouse. From the view of the small square window, I was surely in an apartment. "Awake?" he asks me. I turn around and see a man, tall, handsome, tanned, and just... attractive.
"Ask me anything." he says, writing at the desk in the corner of the room.
"Can I get out?" I beg.
"No. I'm looking for a different question." he replies, solemnly.
"Your attractive, to be honest, and why would you abduct me?"
"No one accepts me. Why not do anything else? I don't feel guilt when I r/pe girls."
"You're a jerk."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a jerk."
"I have a bat behind the door."
"I don't care!"
"I will use it." I mumbles.
I don't talk back at him. I close my eyes and lay back in my spot, pretending to snore. I can feel his arms wrap around me. He whispers soothing words, like 'hush', 'you'll be safe', or 'no nightmares today, i promise'. He then unties my ropes. I am ready. I replay what I visualise: kicking him in the crotch and removing the bat, smacking him, taking the bat with me, run out, and call the cops. And so I do it.
"Awhhhhahh!" he yells when my foot jams onto his crotch area. I sack him once, but his leg catchs me and I trip. I scream and punch him in the jaw as he crawls on me, and he flies back. I grab the bat and hit him once, twice, thrice. I run as fast as I can. I spot my backpack and reach for it as my other hand unlocks the door. I slam it in his face as he's about to catch me and I continue.
I pant, and as I reach the bottom of the apartment building, I run down the street back to my home.
I want to stop. I want this dream all to end, but if I keep on pinching myself, I'll be hurt even more than I am when I'm touched by him.
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Hide and
Seek,
Escape and Run
Kidnapped. It's the first and last thing I think about, and it doesn't disappear from my mind. I don't know anything about him, and he never knew anything about me. He wanted me whether I was ugly, or stupid. I just knew I had material, and he wanted it.
I was only sixteen. Walking down the street alone at 4:30 PM, winter, the sun was beginning to set and I walked down the downtown street from school to my apartment. I had no idea what was coming.
My hands were in my pocket, as I whistled down the street and strided along the concrete path with my bag hanging at my side. I never knew what came along the streets: I just moved down 15th Avenue a few weeks ago, and I only walked down the street to the department store with my mum or brother. The streets were dark now, and I had no idea what was going to happen. I began running until I came along a long, wide alley that was darker than a pitch black room with no windows. I passed down the alley, and I was halfway through. I heard something or someone rustle through the garbage cans, turned around, and blacked out.
But the truth is, it's probably just another simple game of Hide and Seek, but I'll have to Escape and Run.
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Escape and Run
Kidnapped. It's the first and last thing I think about, and it doesn't disappear from my mind. I don't know anything about him, and he never knew anything about me. He wanted me whether I was ugly, or stupid. I just knew I had material, and he wanted it.
I was only sixteen. Walking down the street alone at 4:30 PM, winter, the sun was beginning to set and I walked down the downtown street from school to my apartment. I had no idea what was coming.
My hands were in my pocket, as I whistled down the street and strided along the concrete path with my bag hanging at my side. I never knew what came along the streets: I just moved down 15th Avenue a few weeks ago, and I only walked down the street to the department store with my mum or brother. The streets were dark now, and I had no idea what was going to happen. I began running until I came along a long, wide alley that was darker than a pitch black room with no windows. I passed down the alley, and I was halfway through. I heard something or someone rustle through the garbage cans, turned around, and blacked out.
But the truth is, it's probably just another simple game of Hide and Seek, but I'll have to Escape and Run.
=======================================================================
Comment what you think! I only take constructive feedback, not insults. Thanks. :]