The Arrival at the House
I felt a sudden sharp pain in my rips and I rolled over to the other side moaning in distress. Another sudden sharp pain in my back and I realized that one of the men was kicking me. I immediately sat up straight, wanting him to stop kicking me. "Ah, look who's up. Hope you rested well, cause we have big plans for you slut," the leader mocked me. In response I pulled the blanket up to my throat, being aware that I was completely nude.
He pulled the blanket off of me, laughing, then grabbed my arm and pulled me up hard. It hurt, he pulled so hard, and I winced in pain. He did not let go of my arm and instead dragged me across the van's cold hard floor, then out of the van, where I plummeted onto the ground. Wincing again at the pain. Now he dragged me across cool wet grass, it felt kind of soothing. But then I cried out a little as he started to drag me across a stone pathway. To my surprise, he picked me up so I was standing on my own feet now. 'Thank you,' I thought.
"Don't thank me yet, my pretty little slut," his soft voice echoed in my ear. "You have no idea what we'll have in store for you." And with that I poked the knife into my back. "Walk bitch!" He commanded, and I did as told.
I was stumbling a little, because that darn hood was still bound over my head. "Keep walking, bitch," he laughed. Then I tripped over a step and hit my head on a door, but I did not fall down and managed to keep standing. "Good girl. I now don't have to knock," he laughed again at me. In that instant the door opened and I was let in. It was cozy in there and I could hear a fire sizzling somewhere in the house. I was led through what seemed like a long hallway before stopping in front of another door. They quickly pulled the hood off of my head and pushed me into the room where I fell onto hard cold tile, wincing again with pain.
I lay there for a second to get my bearings straight, but quickly sat up in a turning motion as the door behind me was thrown shut with a loud bang. It was dark in the room. As a matter of fact, so dark that I could not make out a thing. No windows to escape out of. I crawled towards where I thought the door must be. Lucky me found the door in the dark, but it was shut tight. They probably locked it. I was trapped, trapped in a dark room with a cold tiled floor. Now sitting with the back against the door I pulled my knees up to me, hugged them and began to cry softly.
All of a sudden the lights were turned on. They blinded me, not only because they were bright, but because I had been sitting in this room for a while when it was pitch dark. I rubbed my eyes before looking around the room. It was a large shower room with several shower heads coming out of the walls on two sides. The room was completely covered with white shiny square tiles so that the light of the recessed lights in the ceiling reflected on the tiles, making the room very bright. On each of the other two sides there was a door. I walked to each one of them and examined them. Both were locked.