Haunted Heart

kidn*pped

    Angela opened her eye to a depthless darkness. She sat up quickly as realization of what had happened hit her. kidn*pped! But why, and by whom? Angela stood up from the bed she had been laying on and began feeling her way around. If she could just find the door maybe she could sneak out before anyone noticed. 

    Just as she reached the door, it swung open and light poured into the room temporarily blinding her. Angela backed away quickly when she saw the large man that had kidn*pped her step into the room. “What do you want from me?” She asked in a weak voice. Her heart began to race faster in her chest as he stepped closer. “What do you want from me?” She asked once more, this time loud. His only response was to point to the bed behind her and say “sit”. Though every bone in her body wanted her to obey Angela stood firm and once again looked him in the eye and asked “what do you want from me?”. The large man grabbed her arm and slowly pulled her backwards towards the bed. “This can’t be happening” she thought “I can’t let this happen”. Scared of his intentions Angela struck out with her leg aiming to hit him in the privates in hopes that he would release his hold on her and she could run for the door. But her hopes where dashed when the man pivoted at the last moment and instead took the kick in the leg. “Sit” he repeated, this time with more force. To make his point he gave her a push towards the bed. Angela reluctantly sat on the bed, watching him wearily while she did so. 

    “Where am I?” She asked, in hopes that she could gain some sort of information from the large man in front of her. He looked at Angela with a stoic face for a long moment. As if he was contemplating whether to give her an answer or simply walk away. In the end he chose to do neither and instead walked to the bed side and turned on a lamp. “You need to eat” he said as a petit women walked in carrying a tray. She had a homely appearance with kind eyes, and gave Angela a small smile before setting the tray down next to her and leaving the room. The man gestured to a door on the opposite wall. “That is your bathroom if you have need of it, and there is also a closet with clothes that should fit you as well.” He turned abruptly and left the room as if to avoid any further questions from Angela. 

    The man closed the door behind him and to Angelas utter frustration she heard the soft click of a lock being turned in place. “Well now what?” She wondered aloud. Now that she could see Angela took in her surroundings. The bedroom she was in only contained the simple queen size bed covered with white sheets and a blanket. The small wooden nightstand held a lamp and a clock. To her shock the clock read seven AM. She had passed out for four hours! Her hope of still being close to home was lost with this new realization. Angela stood and walked to the bathroom. It was simple as well with a small pedestal sink, corner walk in shower, and toilet all in white. After making use of the facilities, Angela opened the door which led to the closet. She found a pair of jeans and black T shirt and changed quickly. 

    Angela returned to the bedroom and eyed the tray for a moment, her stomach grumbled loudly. She needed to eat but hesitated given her situation. “What if they put something in it?” She thought. She needed to keep her wits about her and figure out what in the world was happening. Having successfully talked herself out of eating the food Angela picked up the tray and set it down next to the door. Having nothing better to do she sat down on the bed and waited.