I woke up with a violent headache. It was pitch dark around me and I didn't remember going to sleep. I sat in my bed and... Wait, it wasn't my bed at all ! There wasn't any pillows nor blanket. I fumbled around me anxiously, and found out I was on some mattress just laid on the floor. I definitely wasn't in my bedroom.

I tried to remember how I got there, but it was useless, I had too much of a headache for the moment. But by the time I was searching in my memory, my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, so I could have a better look at the surroundings of the makeshift bed.

A small room, with only one small window too high to be reached, and a single door. No furniture ; only four brick walls, and the mattress.
And then I noticed the smell. Moisture, dust, and a sour metallic smell.

I started feeling fear, slowly, insidiously.
Where could I be ? And how did I get there ?
My body was shaking.
Think... Think... Think...
Fuck... The last thing I could remember was heading back home after class, but I couldn't even remember reaching my house...

Something might have happened on the way... 

I managed to get up, and reached the only door, but it was locked ; I also noticed there were bars obstructing the window.

I was trapped in this stinky and dark room...

A lot of things were going through my mind, and I was really afraid now. I tried to listen through the door, but nothing. I suddenly started to knock on it, gently at first, with my fists then.

"Is there someone ? Please let me go ! Please !" I shouted.
Still nothing. Not a single sound outside.

"Pleeease ! Someone ? Help ! Let me get out !"
I was now hitting the door frantically, screaming as loud as I could.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, blurring my sight ; I was panicking as never before.

"Help me ! Please ! HELP !" I yelled hysterically. I was going mad and couldn't think clearly.

I don't know how long I stood there, punching on the door with anger and despair, but it felt like eternity to me.

I finally let my body collapse on the dusty floor, against the door flap, shaking and crying, out of strength.
Prostrated, holding my knees against my chest and only swinging back and forth, I felt like a cornered animal. 

I had a lot of questions, and no answers. I was lost in my thoughts.

Why did they choose me ? A normal high-school girl, with normal friends and normal activities... Do they know me ? Or maybe it was only bad luck, maybe I only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time ? And where am I now ? A basement, or a garage probably...

Insanity was growing inside of me.
My headache was gone, and I was now thinking about a way to get out of there. I never thought I would find so much bravery inside of me, but I was there and I had to do something. Anything.

I couldn't hear a sound outside, not even the sounds of the city, which means I was quite far from it. Not even a car had passed by since I was awake. And obviously, nobody had heard me screaming.

Maybe I had a chance to escape before my abductors come back...
The door. I stood up and reached the door again ; then I carefully looked for anything that could help me open it.

It was an old door, but the lock was quite new since there wasn't any rust, unlike the hinges. It wasn't unbreakable, but with my 16-year-old-teenager body, it seemed impossible.

So what ?
I thought it was worth a try.
I stepped back, and started to run towards the door. My left shoulder violently hit it ; I felt the shock in my whole body. But nothing, it didn't move.

I tried again, and then a third time, before I realized I definitely couldn't get out this way.
I need to find something else...
I was turning around in my small cell, desperately searching for anything that could be used as a tool, or any clue that could help me.

While I was lost in my thoughts once again, I finally heard something.
Footsteps, coming closer.
Fuck.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I started shaking again. The time seemed to run slower than usual for a while.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, then I heard the key turning in the hole.
The handle lowered, and the door finally opened, slowly. 

I stepped back, until I inadvertently hit the mattress, and fell on it.
The kidnapper's flashlight suddenly blinded me, and I really was a cornered prey this time. I raised my hands to protect my face.

Oh my fucking God...
Fear. It was the only thing I was able to feel.
As he lowered the beam, I could see the face of the man who was coming towards me. It was still dark, but I saw his eyes, I saw his little smile, and it woke something inside me.

Panic of course, but also a strange feeling ; adrenaline maybe.

As he crouched, facing me, a sudden surge of madness overwhelmed me, so I raised my foot and violently kicked him in the balls, as hard as I could.
He collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain. I didn't want to wait, I hurried to get up, and started to run, passing through the door left wide open.

Once outside, I was a bit lost and I stopped for a second. There was only two or three large buildings facing the exit, maybe some warehouses, and a long road on both side, poorly lit.

On the right.

I started to run again, without looking back.
I'm out ! I made it ! I'm fucking out !
But it was maybe too early to think such a thing. I was soon out of breath, and it became a pain to keep running. I was running for my life, and I cursed myself for skipping sport class so many times.

I was forced to slow down, even if I could hear the sound of his footsteps behind me, reverberating in the silence of the night. But the sun wasn't far from rising up, though.

I was still afraid and panicked, and I started to run once again, as he was approaching. I kept running for a while, which seemed forever to me, but I could still hear him running towards me, reducing the distance between us.

He was probably running faster than me ; he also knew where we were going, unlike me. I did my best, but adrenaline wasn't enough this time.

The sky was almost blue now, and the darkness had vanished little by little.

I was still running, but my speed was slowly decreasing, and he must have noticed it. I suddenly heard him speeding up ; he was closer than ever, but I had already reached my limits.

It's over... 

I turned around, facing my pursuer with fake bravery. I saw his face, for few secondes before he hit my head with a baseball bat.
Everything turned black, and I probably collapsed. I knew it was over.

The only thing which remained in my mind was his face. With the first rays of the rising sun, I had been able to take a better look at him.

He seemed quite young - between 20 and 30 probably - and he wasn't really ugly ; I felt sad in a way, that he spoiled his life with such a behavior. But I think it couldn't be helped...

When I woke up this time, I was back inside, but it seemed to be a different garage, very similar to the first one, though. And I was in a bathtub, filled with warm water, naked.

I looked around me, and saw him. He was lying down in a small sofa, reading something.

The fear hit me like a punch in the face, and my body started shaking again. My hands were tied, and the door was probably locked ; no way to run this time.

He probably heard my movements in the water ; he turned towards me, and smiled when our eyes met. I froze, only able to look at him coming closer.

"You're finally awake..." He said, calmly. 

I managed to align a few words. 
"W... Who are you ? Why... Why am I here ?"

He laughed.
"If by "here" you mean in the bathtub, you're in here because you pissed your pants when I caught you. And I hate this smell."

His voice was incredibly sweet, and it surprised me a bit. Appearances are deceptive... If we had met in other circumstances, I would never have guessed he could be so mean.

But the discussion turned short, and I saw in his eyes that he wasn't here to talk.

"Well, get up now", he declared, more firmly this time. He was staring at me, and his smile had disappeared.

I didn't react for few seconds, too afraid, and maybe in a state of shock after all. I'm going to die, I saw his face, I know he's going to kill me... 
Tears were rolling down my cheeks, but no sound came out of my mouth.

He seemed annoyed, and frowned.
"Come on, hurry up ! Don't make me repeat !"
He crossed the small distance between us, and stared at me from above.

I protected my body with my arms, trying to hide my nudity, in vain. He had already seen it, anyway ; there was no use to be prudish anymore.

I didn't move fast enough, so he grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of the bath. Once I was out, he untied my hands, then he took a towel and threw it to me.
"Dry up yourself, water is annoying."

I did my best, and wiped clumsily as much water as I could.
In the meanwhile, the man had sat on the sofa, and he was now staring at me again.

I was desperate, I didn't want to die, even less here, and I was praying silently that someone would come and save me.
Please... Dad, Mom, find me ! I know you're searching for me... I need you... Please...

"You can't go anywhere... Come on and sit down, you don't have a choice."
He smiled, but it wasn't friendly at all.

I started walking slowly, even if each muscle of my body wanted to stop. I went towards the sofa, and finally sat down.
Please, someone help me...

He put his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me against his body ; I felt so small and powerless in his arms.

He approached his face, too close, and whispered something.
"Be a good girl and stay calm, or I would hurt you. It's less painful if you don't struggle."

He put his other hand on my thigh, with a satisfied smile, and finally he started kissing my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and it disgusted me ; I wanted to repel him, to hit him, but my body was frozen, I wasn't able to do a single move.
Stupid body...

Then the man forced me to lie down on the sofa, and after he had put off his clothes, he came above me, and started to play about with my breast.

Tears were still flowing from my eyes, but I saw him when he sat up and prepared a condom.
When our eyes met, he smiled slightly.
"Better safe than sorry, Honey."

My body was still shaken by the sobs, but I remained silent.
God, why me ? Fuck that shit, I don't wanna die ! Please someone...

He stopped for a second, and looked at me.
"Is it your first time ?" He said, almost excited.

"Yes..." I finally whispered, hesitating.

"Good, I prefer virgins !"
This time, he seemed delighted. 

My heart was pounding, I could hardly breath, and the panic was taking over me little by little.

When he forced his way through me, the pain hit me violently, I screamed, and started crying again. His body lying above me was moving, and each of his moves was like a rip inside of me.

I never had sex before because I wanted to wait for the right time and the right guy. And now I was experiencing that with a man I didn't know, who forced me.

I could hear him breathing loudly, and felt it on my skin, hot and wet, disgusting. I felt his hands touching my breast, and his thing hardening inside of me. I hoped he would hurry and finish up, I wanted him to stop, but it lasted eternity.

I was almost about to puke, it was too much, but I suddenly noticed a sound, outdoor. A car, probably.
Yes ! Yeeees ! 
Maybe someone would hear me, I had to try, no matter what would happen next.

I took a breath, and yelled as loud as possible.
"HELP ! HELP ME ! PLEASE, I DON'T WANNA DIE ! HELP ! I'M HERE !"

It was the last chance I had, the only way out, and I prayed they hear me.

But the fist of my rapist hit me in the face, and a second time.
"Shut up, stupid bitch, they can't hear you !" He shouted.
And the sound of the car seemed to fade away.

FUCK !
I missed my chance, and he didn't even stop moving ; I was hurt, physically as well as psychologically. I had hope until the end, but the end came anyway.

He started breathing faster, and moving faster too. I thought it was over, but as he was gasping with pleasure, he put his hand around my neck, and started to squeeze it.

I tried to struggle, but he was obviously far stronger than I was. I was out of breath, suffocating. He fucked me even harder for the last seconds, I felt all the pain, but couldn't make a sound.

His hands were almost crushing my neck now, and I felt I was falling, falling asleep, or falling into the darkness of death.

It was too much, and I finally gave up, too tired to do anything now. I was resigned, I knew it was over. I finally had accepted my fate.
Everything blurred, then turned black.

Sorry... I'll never come back home now.

I fell. And it was the end.

I had hope until the end, but nobody came, nobody saved me.
I just died there, alone, somewhere in the dark.