Kidnapped Cheerleader
"Wrong, wrong, wrong." Shouted my coach as we completed our routine.Â
"Jenny you have to hold Maya's foot higher when you are holding her up. It cant be resting on the top of your head."
"It wasnt." Replied Jenny
"I dont wanna hear it, just fix it" She scoweled. Jenny nodded and we got set to do it again.Â
"Dont worry Jenny, you held my foot up fine. Shes just being a bitch." I said.
"Maya, since you think im such a bitch you can stay after for cleanup." Said coach. I swore at myself under my breath. I didnt think she heard me but apparently i was wrong.Â
Oh yea, i forgot to mention my name is Maya, im a junior at Lakeville county HS in Lakeville, Minnesota. I have long brown hair, some freckles on my cheeks, i have green eyes, which matched my green and white cheerleader outfit i was wearing. Im a highflyer so im skinny but not all bones, i have some muscle and Im about 5 and a half feet tall.
After practice was done i rolled up the mat we were practicing on and dragged it over to the shed. The shed was outside and at the opposite end of the football field right next to the school After what seemed like forever i reached it. It was unclocked so i opened it up and pushed the mat in, it was so unprofessionally done and would probably fall out next time the shed was opened but i didnt care. I closed the door and locked it.Â
I walked back to the school and went into the locker room. Everyone had left, but all the lights were on. I opened up my locker and grabbed my stuff. Just then i heard the door to the locker room open.Â
"Hello?" I called out.
"Relax Maya, its coach." She said as she stepped into view.
"Hi." I said.Â
"So you got everything back in the shed alright?" She asked. I nodded.
"Alright thank you, see you Monday. Enjoy your weekend." She said and then she left. I heard the door shut. Ten seconds later i heard it open again. She probably forgot her keys in her office. She always does that.
I sat down on a bench in the middle of locker room and untied my white Nikes. I slipped them off to reveal powder white ankle socks. I looked at them for a second and then put my hand on my foot. I felt the fuzz and softness of my sock. I felt the part where sock meets skin, it was in the middle of my ankle. I lifted it off my skin and heard a snap as i let it snap back to my skin.
I felt something cold press against my neck. It was sharp, a knife?!
"Dont move." Said an unfamiliar voice.
"Who are you?" I asked. I resisted the urge to turn around and look in fear that he would kill me.
"Resist and we will kill you, make a noise and we will kill you, got it?" He said. We??? There were two, or more? This wasnt looking very good. I nodded.
"Open your mouth." He said and i did as i was told. I felt someone shove a cloth or two in. My cheeks were bulging. Then i hear the sound of duct tape being peeled and ripped. One...two...three, three pieces. The same hand that had shove the scarves in my mouth firmly pressed one piece of duct tape over my mouth, then another and another. I felt like a chipmunk with acorns in its mouth. My cheeks were stuffed, even if i wanted to make noise nothing would probably come out.
"Put your hands behind your back." He ordered, once again i didn resist. I heard a bag unzip and heard something hit the floor.
A second later he placed my hands into a loop and pulled the rope or cord tightly. Then he wrapped it around five more times, he knotted it off and started to wrap it around verticallt between my wrists. This really made it tighter.
"See my pal here really likes your socks." He said and i saw a figure in a grey hooded sweatshirt come around the bench on my rightside and sit on the bench across from me. He was white with black hair and was about six feet tall.
He grabbed my ankles and held them together. Then he let one ankle go and held my left ankle with a firm grip. He tickled the bottom of my socked foot.
"Hmmmpphhhh....gluck" I was very tickelish in that spot. I started to squirm but then i felt the cold steel blade press up against my throat again.
He took my foot and rubbed it against his face, he put it up against his nose and sniffed it. This guy was creepy. I thought about kicking him in the face but that probably wouldnt end well for me.
"Lets go. We dont have all the time in the world here." Said the voice behind me.
The hooded guy grabbed my ankles and placed them together. He picked up some rope and made a loop. Then he placed it around my ankles and pulled it tight. Then he wrapped it around a few more times. He knotted it off and then picked my ankles up and i realized i was being lifted off the bench entirely.
"Oh wait i forgot something." Said the voice and they placed me back down. Then he pulled something over my head. It was a bag, made out of cotton or something. It was pitch black and i couldnt see at all, i blinked and there was no difference when my eyes were closed.
Once again i felt them lifting me off the bench. I could feel them moving. I heard a door open and then we kept moving. Another door opened. I struggled, but the binds on my wrists were tight and were probably cutting off my circulation. The man who held my feet had a vice grip on my ankles, even if rope on my ankles werent tight as hell i probably still couldnt have moved them. I could feel him rub his thumb on my sock. I tried to yell, but little noise came out.
All of a sudden they put me down. I could feel the pavement below me, it was cold but atleast it was some knowledge of where i was.Â
"I told you to be quiet!" Yelled the voice as he kicked me in the gut. The pain was emense as all the wind left my body and i curled up. My ankles and my wrists were starting to hurt from the ropes.
"I think you will stop now." He said and they picked me up again. They carried me a little longer and i heard the trunk of a car open. They put me down, but i felt pavement below me. All of a sudden i was flipped onto my stomach. One of them pushed to tops of my feet and my legs were forced to bend. I tried to resist but i could feel his body sitting there behind my knees. I felt a rope slip between my ankles, it skimmed over my ankle socks and i felt him wrap it around the rope that bound my ankles. He made a knot and i felt the rope slip between my wrists. He  pressed his feet against my knees and pulled the rope as hard as he could. Instantly my ankles moved up against my hands.Â
"MMmmmmppphhhffff!!" I moaned.
"Oh shut up." He replied
I could feel my socks as my fingers rubbed against them. In fact my hands and my feet were so close i could wrap my hand around my entire foot.Â
Then they picked me up again and put me down. This time i think i was in the trunk. I heard the trunk door shut. Yep, deffinately in the trunk. I thought to myself.
 I heard the engine start. I tried to get loose but it did no good, the binds were not loosening at all. I flipped over and propped myself up on my toes. It took more energy to do that so i flipped back onto my stomach. I felt my ankle see if i could find a knot, no luck. I felt my ankle sock. It was soft, it reminded me of home. The place i wanted to be right now.Â
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