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(I can't see. Am I blind?! What happened... my head hurts so much.) You notice the rough fabric scratching your face. You flinch at the feeling of it. (There must be a bag on my head...) You squirm around in an effort to get a feel of your surroundings.
"Ay, I think she's woken up." Says a deep, stern voice.
"Perfect timing." Says a quieter, but just as throttling voice.
You hear car breaks squeak as you come to a halt. "Mmmph!" You try to yell, failing to realize your mouth is stuffed with something soft.
A door opens and one of the voices carelessly throws you over his shoulder, it almost forces the breath out of you when you land on his very wide frame. Your feet are bound together, but that doesn't stop you from flailing your legs into the air and against the stranger.
"Stop." You don't. "I said stop." He pulls your legs close to his chest, forcing you calm.
Time is hard to tell when you can't see anything. All you get are a few glimpses of the moonlight poking through a few threads of the bag on your head. Although you think they've been walking you for at least 10 minutes.
("If you ever get kidnapped, never let them take you to a different location." Your brain recites. It's helpless though, isn't it? All of your limbs are bound and plus- they've driven you somewhere God knows how far away from the initial kidnap point. Where even was I? I think-)
"Yuh huh." You feel him nod and hear a keyring shimmying and a door open.
You start kicking again. "What did I tell you?" You hear him step inside, wood floors. Your yelp muffles as he swings you from his shoulder onto a couch, or a bed or something.
He takes off the bag, letting you see. You're in a cabin of sorts, on a white bed with dainty flower prints, and there is the man, hovering over you. He has on a black mask with a skull on it, his eyes look dead, still concerning nonetheless.
(What does he want with me?) With your hands bound behind your back and your mouth stuffed, all you can do is squirm as a plea to be unrestrained.
His face gets closer to yours, "When I ungag you, you will be silent. Got it?" You freeze, then proceed to nod. No thoughts inbetween, only panic. "Good."
He removes the gag and you immediately scream for help.
He forcefully grabs your face, squeezing the tendon between your cheek bone and your jaw. It hurts a lot, so much that it makes your head go limp and you stop yelling. It forces your mouth open as he brings his face inches from yours and says, "I swear to whatever God created this planet, I will ruin you for an eternity if you scream in such an ear-piercing manner ever again." All you can do is stare at him, wide-eyed. Just then, another man walks in.
He's insanely tall, it's a wild assumption but at least 7 feet. He had to duck to get through the door. He's wearing a mask, it's a cut up shirt with some paint or bleach marks on it.
"Well well." He slowly paces over to you. The skullface glances to him and slowly back at you, eyes smiling. "What a pretty little puppy we have here hm?" Said in a German-esque accent. (What the fuck? Puppy? Weirdo.) "We sure do." Said skullface.
"What do you want with me?" I remarked with a fear-driven scowl. "That's for us to know, and for you to find out." Said shirtface.
"Who even are you.. what did I do to deserve this?" You say with a whimper.
"Shh sh sh. That's not important right now. You can call me König, that's Ghost. But you... what's your name?" "Uh.. m-my name is-"
"Mmm y'know what... your name doesn't matter. I think I'll call you pet."
While you were distracted by your anger and confusion, you didn't notice all of the fear and sadness, devastation building up. As soon as you hear him say pet, it all comes out like a flash flood.
"Please I just want to go home... why me?!"
You're sobbing uncontrollably. König sits you up against the bed frame and holds your face with both of his palms. His hands are so big you think he could crush your skull with ease. "Shh."
"I wanna go home! Let me go!" You start squirming with frustration.
"I said be quiet girl." He slaps you, hard. "You don't have a say in this. We own you now."
Ghost gets onto the bed and sits on your thighs, placing both hands around your hips, rubbing them. He's admiring your body, he tilts his head up and angles his eyes to yours. "We've been watching you for a while." His hands start to curve around you, making you tense. You feel him shuffle around until your hands are un-restrained. "Uhn.. watching me?" You adjust your position with your newly freed hands, scooting further away from your kidnappers.
Ghost puts more weight onto you and König places a heavy hand on your stomach, holding you in place. König chuckles lightly. He once again hovers over you, leaning over the bed. He slowly brings his hand to your face, wiping a tear from it. You feel his fingers trace your jawline as his hand wraps around your neck. He quickly tightens his grip. You try to fight back and pry his fingers off of you, but it's futile. "It's okay Vögelchen... just let it happen." It starts to go black and before you know it, you're out.