• I’m afraid and I don’t know what will happen to me, the four men are surrounding me. Getting closer and closer, one of the men steps towards me and reaches for my arm but I sidestep his searching hands and step right into the hands of the another man whose positioned behind me. This man has dreadlocks that surround his filthy face, he pins my right arm behind my back. What are they doing here, how could they have found me so suddenly? Questions cloud my mind but I leave them be and try to fight my way out of the mans iron grip. As he reaches for my other hand I quickly propel it towards his face and rake my fingernails over his cheek. He grunts and curses but keeps his grip on my hand. Anger takes over his features and he calls one of the other men over to him, the man who has just arrived pushes me roughly to the ground and dreads kicks me hard in the ribs. I hear a crack and my throat emits a loud blood piercing scream. I clutch my side moaning and begging for the pain to stop, I can feel my heart beating against my ribs and it hurts to even breathe. The men gather me up and tie me roughly; duct tape over my mouth, rope for my hands and they leave my feet untied for me to walk. One of the man pushes me forward as the others grin at me and reenact my feeble attempt to save myself. After walking for ten minutes we arrive in front of a big van, or as I call it a creeper van. In most movies were someone gets kidnapped the people who take the child always seem to drive in a big white van. To me this seems hilariously ironic and just the icing on my 14 year old cake. But before I can think of anything else regarding cake I feel a sharp object poking into my shoulder and seconds before I collapse I see dreads standing over me smiling.
    Darkness envelopes me, it pulls me under its cruel wicked cape. I wake up, my mind is clouded and blurred, and it feels like I’ve just slept for 12 hours straight then stood up too quickly. The only difference is I’m in fact not standing I’m tied tightly to a straight metal pole that’s positioned behind me. The ropes seem to tear into my hands etching the rope lines into my wrists. Against my better judgment I try to open my eyes and am successful but a blind fold is in the way of my sight. Why am I here all ready I was supposed to have four more weeks to find him, they promised? Well turns out a promise made by the company owner is clearly not true. Before my thoughts seem to comprehend the danger I’m truly in, I hear a door open and heavy footsteps shuffle towards me. Rough hands untie my wrists and grab my shoulders leading me unkindly to some unknown room filled with people who only want me to get to him.
    I follow along with him not resisting, nor struggling I’ll have my chance I repeat to myself over and over. I’ll have my chance, I’ll have my chance, I’ll have my chance. Soon we stop and he reaches out and knocks on the door, someone opens it and he leads me inside. Taking off the blindfold, I finally open my eyes, after a few seconds my eyes adjust to the powerful over head lighting and I’m looking straight in to the eyes of the Devil’s favorite demon
    His real name is Mr. Salomarz the very man who drove my father into hiding.
    TO BE CONTINUED......