James had just had an argument with his dad. He was 19 and was sick of still living with his parents. He stormed out of the house and told his parents he would not be back. He walked towards his favourite place to go walking. It was an extremely large field with some woods at the end of it. He started to walk up the path and his anger started to melt away. He reached the woods very quickly and started to walk on his normal path. He suddenly started to hear some noises. It sounded like frantic voices. He had walked in these woods and new everyone who also walked their. He decided to investigate and work out what the sound was. He kicked his way through a bush and found himself in a clearing. He could see a figure on the floor. He rushed towards the figure when he heard a click. " Bad move James." James turned slowly and saw a group of teenagers that he knew from his College. There were 3 of them. The leader was holding a gun. He quickly realised that the figure on the floor was also in posession of a gun. He was surrounded. He felt the gun hit the back of his head. Everything went black.
He awoke slowly. He tried to move his limbs but he couldn't. He started to panic until a voice out of sight said "struggling makes it tighter." He looked down and saw that he was still wearing his clothes but he was slightly wet, he presumed that he was dragged to wherever he was. He looked up and saw one of the people from his college standing next to the bed he was tied spreadeagle to. The boy from James's college started to laugh. "I hope people weren't expecting you to come home James." He broke out in laughter again.
To Be Continued