Postby Laurenrox » Fri May 13, 2011 7:55 pm
1. thanks for the support
2. After weeks of writing my story , I finally have the next part for the story so........here it is!!
It has been 2 weeks since Annabelle was kidnapped, and all of the excitement had died down since them. Annabelle was on her way to the local private school that she attended in her uniform consisting of a white button-up shirt with the school's crest on it with, a blue-and-black plaid skirt, and brand-new black dress shoes from the best designer. Annabelle was walking alone on the corner of Sojourner and Dante road when a woman dressed in a track suit came up to her and asked if she had seen her lost puppy. Annabelle said that she hadn't and offered to help the woman look for her puppy, as she had almost an hour left until school started. The woman asked Annabelle her name and said, "Ok, Annabelle, I'll go look by those shrubs and maybe you can look near the outskirts of the forest." Annabelle asked the woman what the dog looked like, and she said that it was a teacup poodle whose name was Snowball. While Annabelle bent over to look in a little hole in the ground, she was kicked to the floor and knocked out immediately. When Annabelle awoke hours later, she was tied with her hands and elbows tightly behind herr back, her ankles and knees tightly tied, which was brought into a strict hogtie, a red ballgag, and a dark blindfold on. Annabelle was inside of the back of a van, on her way to somewhere near the ocean, judging by the sweet sound of the ocean calmly lapping on the sand. Annabelle was taken out of the back of the van, and when she was in the air, she struggled furiously. Annabelle fell on the ground and tried to crawl away, but her captors grabbed her and held her with an iron grip. Annabelle was then loaded into a boat and brought into the lower cabin, where she was untied so that she could go do her business. Annabelle went to the restroom, took a quick shower, and changed into the light purple tank top with denim shorts. When Annabelle came out of the bathroom, she was blindfolded, gagged, and tied spread-eagle to a metal bed in the room. Annabelle was trying to get comfortable when she heard the familiar voice of her admirer/advisor Jack talking to her.
"Hey, Anne. How you been?" He said while he was taking off her gag so she could speak.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FUDGIN DOING HERE?!?!"
"Now, now, that's not how you speak to someone who chooses what happens to you."
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD YOU ORGANIZED THIS, DIDN'T YOU!?!? YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!"
"You are being very rude to me, and you tried to escape. It seems that you need to be punished, young lady."
Annabelle's eyes grew wide as Jack produced toothbrushes, a hairbrush, feathers, a riding crop, and an old-school wooden ruler. Jack replaced Annabelle's ball gag in her mouth. He then began to whip her repeatedly. What he did next, however, was the worst of all inhuman tortures possible.
Feedback appreciated and if anyone wants a certain event to happen in the story, PM me or just put it in a reply.
Always the damsel in distress, waiting to be rescued.