I slightly turned my head back to look at the three men. They were all wearing masks and the same unknown military uniforms. One of the men that was standing further in front of the other two walked towards me and stood me up. He took some rope out of his pocket and tied my hands tightly together. One of the others came up and put a bag over my head.
Two of the men took hold of my arms and started leading me. I could tell we left the room because the sounds of the boots changed from wood to concrete taps. I wanted to know where we were going but I knew what they were leading me to. Most of all, I wanted to know why I was there.
We finally stopped walking after what seemed like an eternity. The two men holding my arms sat me down and tied me partially to the chair. I squinted from the light when the hood was pulled off of my head. When my eyes focused I noticed no one new was yet in the room. My head started to pound in pain again. A door opened as a man walked in. Though, he wasn't wearing a mask. He was also wearing a different uniform than the others. This was a uniform I've seen before, but I couldn't remember which.
This man was taller than the rest I've seen. His expression didn't show hostility like the men who stood in the doorway a few minutes ago. He looked more worried and sympathetic when he looked at me. After slowly scanning the room, his glance stopped as his eyes met with the guards behind me.
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Kidnapped
Short StoryThere was a girl who's mom was out of town and her dad was deployed with the army. She was passing time by one night when she heard a strange noise. It was a window smashing to make room for a person to walk in. Join the girl on her experience of be...
