Kidnapped: Sabrina's Story -- Chapter 2 -- A Land Without A Home

Two days.

She had been unconscious for two days. In a old, dirty room with footprints all over the uncleaned carpet and many spots in the wall revealing... something. She had been slumped up on the wall, locked up.

Inside the room there was an old bed bought from a garage sale, an old bowl and a wooden tub. She had been given only the living necessities but she had not used any of it. There was dry blood on her face, and slow, shaky breathing. 

After two long and rainy days, her eyes finally opened. She could hear the pitter patter of the rain on the thin roof above her.

Where was she? Her blue eyes scanned the room, struggling to adjust to the darkness. Finally, she could see. 

And worse yet, she could remember, and the floodgates opened. Tears spilt out of her eyes and she felt numb, frozen. Why!? Why did I have to live, and be here?!

Sabrina could no longer think about anything other than her parents and the situation she was in. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to...?

All of her thoughts were cut off with the door opening. She let out a terrified scream, hiding herself behind the bed.

"Get up." The gruff voice that she had already came to despise said. Shaking, she crawled out from behind the bed and cautiously approached him.

"What's your name?"

"Sa... Sabrina Myers."

"How old are you?"

"15..."

"Fuck," Sabrina could hear the man mutter under his breathe. "Well, she looks legal..." She ever so desperately wanted to question him but decided not to.

"You're not Sabrina Myers and you're not 15 anymore. Is that clear?"

"W-what do you mean?"

The man looked at her angrily, obviously annoyed to be questioned. "Your name is now Krystal Perkins, you're 18 and you are going to work for me."

Sabrina looked on, too afraid to say anything.

"There are a few rules." The man said. "You are not to leave this room, EVER. You will listen to every order. Question me, or disobey me and you'll regret it." He said, doing a stabbing symbol. "Is that clear?"

Sabrina nodded. She ever-so-desperately wanted to ask, why, why her, why did it have to be her? Her family had never done anything to him?!

The man turned around and walked out, only coming back with a small plate. He tossed it to her and she looked at him, her eyes pleading for freedom.

"Remember," He growled, pretending to slit his neck and leaving. The poor girl scarfed up the small salad, crawled up to the bed and sobbed.

Why me?! What have I done?!