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| 23 Apr 2012 09:49 PM |
Ahleeyah was just about to close up shop when one final customer was heading for the door. The smile that appeared on her face resembled nothing like the profanities streaming through her head as she welcomed the customer to the little Kwik 'n' E-Z gas station and convenience shop, where the roof of the shop had seen better days, the grass was over grown and the gas pumps had long since worked.
The man walked through the shop leisurely while Ahleeyah leaned up against the counter and picked at her cuticles. Finally, ten minutes later, the man walked up to the counter with a pack of crackers and some peanut butter. As she rang up his items the man pulled out a gun and whispered profanities at Ahleeyah. Quickly she tried to hand him all the money in her till, but the man decided it wasn't the money he wanted. He grabbed Ahleeyah, made her turn off thr lights and lock the door, and led her to his van where a dirty hand and a rag of chloroform awaited her arrival. |
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| 23 Apr 2012 10:02 PM |
On the edge of my seat.
POST MOAR. |
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| 24 Apr 2012 01:19 AM |
I'm not mocking.
It's got all of the elements that make a decent thriller. Love it. |
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| 24 Apr 2012 01:33 AM |
Okay then, thank you.
I will try to keep it decent because I keep getting moderated :P |
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| 24 Apr 2012 01:58 AM |
Ahleeyah wasn't sure of her surroundings when she began to stir. It was black and she had something that felt like a role-play gag in her mouth. Her hands were taped behind her back with some sort of tape. She knew better than to move: she had read plenty of kidnapping novels in her short lifetime.
"How old do you think she is?" asked a man who sounded vaguely familiar to a British actor she knew of. Perhaps Michael Cain, but she couldn't be certain.
"I woul' say seven'een. She's beau'ful, blon' wit' brown ayes, th' best t'ing is 'at she looks aww na'ural like." said a man whose slur sounded as though he hadn't a day of education in his life. "She looks as 'ough she coul' do some 'ard work 'roun' th' 'ouse. I 'ay she was a real good 'atch dun'ya thank?"
Ahleeyah couldn't help herself, she had to sneeze. Trying to muffle it the best she could was to no avail. The men immediately looked over at their beautiful prisoner, taunting her by twirling her shoulder-length hair. The way she squirmed was extremely amusing to them.
"Awwwwwwhhh wha' ya' thank, Jas'n? Shoul' we unblin' 'er? Le' 'her look at out beau'ful faces?"
The man that went by the name Jason answered with an affirmative nod as he reached to take the blind fold off Ahleeyah's face. |
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| 24 Apr 2012 01:59 AM |
>Le' 'her look at out beau'ful
OUR
DAMN IT
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| 24 Apr 2012 08:21 AM |
The men were very strange. They caught Ahleeyah by surprise. She would have assumed the prole-sounding man to be the uglier and the Cain sounding one to be the handsomer. She was very wrong and this alone knocked her off track. They both had light eyes, which color exactly she could not tell, and blonde hair. The one who went by Jason was the dirty one, he must have been the one to knock her unconcious when she first entered the van, and the other must have been the customer.
The features of the men were all around terrible, although at the time she could not determine whether that was from her own imaginings of them being so or because they really were. They had the oddest expressions of contempt for her but also of complete worship.
Ahleeyah knew she was in danger; she knew these situations never end up well, yet she could not find the energy to be afraid. She laid on the steel flooring of what seemed to be the very definition of a [child...abuser] van. Whether real of imagined there were all types of lollipops and different candies lining the drawers along with children's toys. In fact she was probably laying on a few dolls right now. Over-all, the impression she first got from her first look of what might be the beginning of her new life was vomit. She felt like vomiting yet she knew she had nothing to vomit even if she could have had the chance to.
Surely this couldn't be the start of her new life. She had wonderful friends at school who would miss her and notice, right? Her boyfriend would definitely notice after she didn't text him for a day. These thoughts led her to wonder what time it was, and somewhere in the back of her head she thought it was around 4 in the afternoon; around 18 hours since she had gone missing. She felt she knew this to be fact even though one could not be certain.
Ahleeyah slowly closed her eyes and listened to the crude conversations of the men of what they would do to her. Several ideas of selling her as a slave or keeping her for themselves crossed their lips. Hearing these things, Ahleeyah quietly cried herself to sleep to avoid listening to these terrible thoughts. |
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| 24 Apr 2012 08:50 AM |
"Wake up, dearie. Mark, she won't wake. I don't want to hurt the delicate thing. Why did you have to choose her this time? Why, oh why, couldn't you have taken someone else? She is too skinny and scrawny to do us much good anyway!" These were the things that comforted Ahleeyah as she woke. A woman's voice. Surely she will have compassion on Ahleeyah's poor soul.
As she opened her eyes she noticed she was in a barn with several other teenagers. Quickly she scanned for possible exits. Even if she could escape, where could she go? She would quickly die, no doubt, she had no idea of where she was, nor any way to get home. As she sat up for the first time in what might have been days, she noticed the gag and tape were missing, and she was wearing a fresh set of clothes. She was completely and utterly confused. If they were out to harm her, why would they take care of her in such a way? Wondering things about this peculiar situation, she noticed Jason walking towards her with the customer from that night.
"Hello, I don't think we have formally introduced ourselves, miss. My name is Jason, and this here is my brother Mark. If you don't wish to cooperate with what we wish you to, you will regret it. Am I understood?"
Ahleeyah quickly nodded her head before he could use the large hedge clippers he had raised to chop off something she needed in life.
"And, by the way, what's your name? We never seemed to catch it last night."
"Ah" Ahleeyah could barely speak. Her mouth was too dry from the lack of water in the past days since she had been taken. "Ahleeyah", she finally got out after much effort.
"Wha' a lovely name! It makes our plan all th' be'er if you arsk me." said Mark. "An' you forgo' a persn in our oppera'on, Jasn. This is Debbie, she will be ma'ing your clothes and helping you ge' se'led in. Awright?
Debbie did not smile or wave. She barely looked older than Ahleeyah, and she was definitely thinner, but in a strange way. She looked like if you punched her you would be punching a brick wall and your fist would shatter into a million pieces.
As the men walked away from her stall, Ahleeyah panicked. She ran towards the door with a speed she never knew she could accomplish. Even quicker than she, the men tackled her to the ground whispering profanities to each other.
"Do you thank yer all brave? We tol' you you woul' get punished for reckless be'avior. Jasn?"
Jason took the hedge clippers while Mark held up her left pinky finger. Ahleeyah tried to scramble away from the men. She begged and pleaded while she looked with horror as the hedge clippers began to open, but to no avail. Ahleeyah cried out in pain and looked at her missing pinky. The bleeding was immense and there were no bandages to be seen. Jason then flicked a lighter out of his pocket and burned the wound shut. |
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| 24 Apr 2012 01:47 PM |
| OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO WRITES! thank you sooo much! you are pretty good too! |
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| 24 Apr 2012 02:12 PM |
Thank you but I am no where near as good as Zilex1000.
http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=65776649 |
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| 24 Apr 2012 08:36 PM |
| I'm losing motivation fast. |
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| 25 Apr 2012 03:38 PM |
This is getting good,
Keep.
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| 26 Apr 2012 01:46 PM |
| I wrote a chapter in every class except Algebra today so I just have to type it. |
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| 29 Apr 2012 08:36 AM |
Ahleeyah sat in her stall clutching the knob where her pinky used to be. She sobbed quietly with the relization that she would never have it back again. What would her friends say? Or worse, her boyfriend? He would break-up with her--no doubt about that. She suddenly realized how pitiful these thoughts were. She could very well get killed in this place- yet she was worried about a stupid pinky. These revalations caused her to cry louder.
A small light flickered above her stall. They were coming. Not wanting to show weakness, Ahleeyah quickly wiped her eyes with her fingers, involuntarily checking her fingers for mascara smears. No make-up was used, they didn't allow it; she had made sure to ask Debbie this. The vain qualities this showed started the crying all over again.
Soon the men arrived at her stall to find Ahleeyah puffy-eyed. They laughed at her--a cruel-sounding laugh that was something like a maniacle laugh heard in a movie. Jason made no attempt to hide the hedge clippers in his hand, which must not have been cleaned since her last bouwght with them. Mark had even brought the matches to complete the picture. They must have been expecting trouble out of her. "A'wrigh', miss. We 'ave a few ques'ions fer ya," said Mark opening a legal pad and clicking a pen to life. "Firs' off, 'ave ya ever drank alco'ol?"
Ahleeyah thought it a weird question, but best to answer truthfully. She was 17, it wasn't legal to drink yet, but she had. Clearing her throat she answered "Yes."
"A'righ'. 'Ow of'en an' 'ow much?"
"Not much. Uh, one or two Millers at a party, but they were always light. Her hand flew to her stomach. No, the light drinks had paid off, she wasn't a dripping fat some of her friends were. No fat, but there was a hard bump. Too hard. How long had she been here? No longer than a week, she thought. She had just recently had her monthly cycle, hadn't she? Besides, last time she..did...it..was awhile ago..and Bryan used protection. She pushed the thought out of her head.
Mark wrote something down on his pad. Jason resumed the questions. "Do you have heart disease? Ever smoked? Metabolism rate? Blood type?"
Ahleeyah was overwhelemed by these questions, but she dutifully answered them all. She was healthy, yes she had smoked herb a few times, no, her heart was not diseased, she could eat whatever she wanted and still be skinny, so she guessed her metabolism rate was good. Her blood type was rare, AB-, but they seemed to be happy of that.
Soon they were done their questions and they somewhat dissappointedly walked away with the hedge clippers, telling her Debbie would reward her soon. |
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| 29 Apr 2012 09:22 AM |
| Yay, Imma be able to keep up now! Your good. |
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| 29 Apr 2012 09:32 AM |
Debbie did indeed reward her; Ahleeyah was happy of her shower and the razor to shave with. This was the best reward she could have gotten, and if she had any prayer of getting it again, she wouldn’t even attempt to kill herself. They would get to her before she died anyway, and she couldn’t go through another pinky. She only had one left. She received a toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash also, which she used three or four times. She had never washed her mouth so many times in one day. “Debbie.” She asked after returning her razor blade and toothbrush. “How long have I been in here?” Debbie looked at her thoughtfully. “It took them five days to get you here,” she paused, “and you’ve been here for just about a month now. Why do you ask?” Ahleeyah froze. A month. No. “Are you sure? Absolutely sure? What is today’s date?” “Tuesday, May 13, miss. Again, may I ask why?” May 13. Ahleeyah could hardly hold back her tears. “I…I think I’m two months [preggo].” |
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| 29 Apr 2012 09:33 AM |
| The filter on this website is riduculous |
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| 29 Apr 2012 12:03 PM |
Debbie ran. She ran to the big white house, up the front porch, up her steps and into her room. She franticly opened up her toiletry bag and took out the [preggocy] test strips. “Oh my God, oh my God. Mark will kill it. Please. God, please no” she mumbled to herself as she ran back to the big barn across the lawn. |
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| 30 Apr 2012 06:32 PM |
Ahleeyah tested positive. She was now laying in the dark holding the hard bump in the middle of her pelvis. The hard bump that was her baby. Why now? Of all times, why now? Its not that Ahleeyah never wanted to be a mother. She and Bryan had discussed it several times, but they never wanted their child to be in the hand of torturers.
The light flickered on above the stall. Minutes later Jason appeared with a syringe and a canister. The canister looked as if it used to have a beautiful metallic finish, now brown and flaking with rust. The syringe was standard, Ahleeyah had seen one similar at a party. In fact it was that party. The party that would apparently change her life more than she knew.
The sound of Mark's drunken steps made Jason scowl. "You're drunk!" he yelled at his counter-part Ahleeyah had never been able to hear their footsteps before, but now it did sound as if he couldn't walk in a straight line.
As soon as Mark made it to the stall, he fell flat on his face with intoxication. Jason kicked the dead-to-the-world body.
"That lazy man always makes me do all the work!" grumbled Jason. "Alright, miss. Stick out your arm. Go on."
Ahleeyah looked for the hedge clippers. No sign of them. Was it worth the risk to resist? "No. I don't want to stick out my arm."
"No? No? Do you really want to say that to me, miss?"
Ahleeyah was confused at the pair of scissors she seemed to miss. Jason turned and walked over to Ahleeyah, forcing her onto her bed. He got on top of her to hold her down while he fastened the straps to keep her still. She had no way to defend herself. Jason began to cut off her hair as close as he could get to her scalp, dropping it into a plastic bag he grabbed out of his pocket.
"With your lovely locks, you should make me much money. I'm glad you stepped out of line...I wish I had thought of this sooner."
Ahleeyah was filled with rage at this comment. Suddenly she sucked all the spit out of her throat that she could, launching it into Jason's face. He immediately punished her by covering her face with his own spit while slicing across her cheeks with the scissors.
"How do you look now, dearest? The blood and spit mixture is really rejuvenating your skin!"
Ahleeyah couldn't take it anymore. Tears ran down her cheeks, down her neck pooling at the hollow of her throat.
Jason tied the elastic around her upper arm, quickly drawing and filling the canister with her blood.
Soon he was gone, and she was left crying in the dark. |
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| 01 May 2012 09:39 PM |
Ugh guys, read this. I am getting nervous about it.
I should never have started it. |
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| 01 May 2012 09:40 PM |
O_O
This is dark. Good though. |
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| 01 May 2012 09:41 PM |
The world is dark.
But yes. I guess. I'll post more tonight I suppose. |
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