10 days, 23 minutes and 12 seconds.
It's incredible, traumatizing to realize you're trapped.
You know it's over, you won't get away.
But it's ok, because I know someday I'll be back.
I'm gonna make it out of here, the question is, do I even want to? What do I have?
"We're going into town"
He comes in, his voice is dark a little rough.
The way he stands there, confident, sure of himself.
He has slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, black/brown hair and a light beard.
He looks good, dominant, dangerous.
It disgusts me, the dominance.
"Do I have a choice?"
I bite my lip easily, I love provocation, watching him suffer makes me strong.
"No Baby Girl"
Our eyes meet, he turns his head, laughing slightly and leaves, his employees carry me out.
I don't want to hit them, they can't nothing for what he is.
We drove long, I think two hours maybe more.
He was sitting to my right, he looked different sitting there. More nervous, scared, small.
But so strong and dominating at the same time, I loved to look him out.
You have to know that he was often like that during the 10 days, not dominant, like a baby when I touched him softly by his arm or neck.
Halfway along the way the car stopped, I looked at him confused.
He smiled nervously, I saw that something was wrong, his hand was on his gun.
"Don't worry babygirl I'll be back soon"
I wanted to scream, but he just slammed the door, the car I was in drove off again.
It took me a long time to get back to my room.
Bored, I roamed through the huge house.
I looked through the closets; weapons, drugs, money.
I didn't know what he was, but I was sure he was dangerous.
I heard noise from downstairs, doors opening and closing, screaming.
He, hold by two men, covered in blood.
