‘Cry out in the dark and cry out in pain’ that’s what they told me to do the night I was abducted. Deep, scary voices repeated those words to me. I felt my shirt being torn off and the coldness of the air. One warm breath on my neck then another warm, watery gust of air following. “Cry out in the dark, cry out in pain..” the mouth closest to my neck whispered before I felt the pinching, pulsating, sharp pain of my skin being torn, my flesh being bitten and blood seeping into the mouth of the perpetrator. As the lips moved from my neck I could feel the warm blood trickle down the side of my neck to the front of my now bare chest. With arms and legs bound my blindfold was securely in place, unable to be removed to see who my captors were. With the sense of sight lost for the moment, my sense of hearing temporarily seemed to be increased. Hearing a snicker I retracted a little as the opposite side of my neck was bitten a second time, different teeth, different lips. It sounded as if there was four of them, different locations flashed through my mind of where they could have taken me. I started to dread where they would bite next.
As flashes of though rushed through my mind I didn’t realise the two newer bite marks above the initial two. Warm breath of my captures moved away from my neck and the frosty air encircled the eight fresh circular shaped wounds. The first pair of punctures had finally stopped bleeding, but others still wept dark, warm, red blood. Eventually I blacked out.
.Courtney Grace. ♥
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