I never once thought this would happen to me, wondering the streets at night I guess I was just asking for it, I was stupid enough to have that argument with my parents and storm out of the house, in the early hours of saturday morning! Wondering the dark rural streets of Oxford, I had only moved here 2 weeks ago, and didn't know much of the area, but I thought a good walk would clear my mind, stupidly it was the wrong time of day/night to do that! And now I am facing the consequences. Oh boy, was I in trouble.
It happened all so quickly, I was walking a long a narrow country lane, when a Black van pulled up, and turned off its engines. I got a little suspicious to who it may be, and quickly thinking I could be in danger here, I hastily picked up my pace, and began to walk much faster, the road did not seem to end. The van remained stationary at the side of the road, I never heard the door open so I assume he/she/they never got out of the van. Then suddenly I heard footsteps, 2 sets of heavy footed footsteps, they seemed to be getting louder and more quickly paced, I begin to panic and make a run for it.... too late!
They quickly got a hold of me, they must of caught up with me. One grabbed my arms and pinned them down at my waist, the other stood in front of me, I could not see his/her face, I felt something being forced over my mouth, and soon began to smell the chloroform on a piece of rag, I was screaming with all my might, but suddenly went limp and fell into the other captors arms, knocked out.
I was carried back to the parked van, and forcefully thrown into the back, one of the captors got into the back with me, and the other got into the front and drove off.
I reawaken in a cold dark room, I try to move but I am unable to, I am bound to what seems to be a wooden table. Very long and wide, I was stretched out good and tight, my ankles and wrists held firmly at either end of the table with cuffs and chains, I had a bondage belt on it, which was yet fastened even more to the table by chains. I tried to speak, but all that fell from my sweet lips were muffled noises, all intellectual speech was stopped by a huge ball gag forced tightly behind my teeth, and the strap buckled tightly behind my head. I realised at that moment why I felt so cold, I had been stripped and was now tied and gagged naked on this wooden table, in a room that is cold, dark and murky, waiting for whoever took me to come back, that is if they come back.
To be continued