Sweet Escape ENGLISH

Blair wasn’t feeling too good as she struggled to make space for air.

The last thing she could remember was being home with her stepdad and suddenly feeling a sharp needle penetrate her neck.

Listening closely, she figured she was in a vehicle, and as she thought of many possibilities concerning how she got to be in a moving vehicle that quickly, she felt herself go numb as each second passed.

Gathering her strength, her hands moved around her face, slowly, stopping just as they came in contact with the dark silk cloth wrapped round her eyes.

She had been blindfolded and taken hostage, but by whom?

Her thoughts didn’t last too long as she snapped out, meaning to focus on the real situation.

She tugged weakly against a piece of clothing which she had successfully traced to the figure occupying the space beside her. Yielding it in her possession, she held onto whom she thought was a man, prompting him to shake her off himself.

Swiftly, she used her elbow to protect her face, noticing that the man had yanked her off while applying a great amount of force.

Trying again, she clutched onto him so hard, this time leaving him to look a struggling mess in his attempt to lay her off.

“Why?” It appeared as though her voice felt weak along with her body, it quivered, not letting her speak in full control. “Why are you doing this?”

She tugged against her blindfold again, aggressively this time, ignoring the fact that she could wrongly place a scratch on her flawless face.

She didn’t care less as she tried endlessly to take it off her face, but the blind didn’t budge, however, it had her wondering just what material it was made from.

Seconds passed, and the material still held on to Blair’s eyes as though it was paid to do so.

Glancing at her, one of the men who sat close enough engaged her in a tight grip, prompting Blair to tussle back with weak punches. She figured they did her a Favour by leaving her hands free.

“Let me go!” she screamed, and as a result, got her head slammed to the walls of the vehicle by the same man. She gasped in disbelief and slowly led her hands to her temple where she felt pressure, gently rubbing it in regret. “Please”

She had mouthed the word in between tiny sobs but paused in fear as she felt strong fingers dig into her hair, gathering hairs from the root and jerking her up by that pattern.

Soft sobs escaped her mouth and her tears began trailing their way down her cheek.

A breeze of an emotion she often referred to as pain settled within her, making a prison for itself. She whizzed, feeling the thirst for liquid.

How was she going to ask for that? She had thought to herself.

From her experience, she figured the persons who captured her were not in any way near kind. She racked her brain, thinking of the right approach at this.

Letting time pass without yet a sensible idea, she decided to go with what came to mind.

Adjusting calmly, she readied herself to speak while slowly making a plea sign with her hands.

She turned, in an attempt at facing someone, anyone at all.

She cleared her throat, harboring a shaky breath.

“Can I have water?” Her breath went still, waiting in anticipation for a positive answer. “Please, I beg you”

It was almost the end of the day, and she hadn’t even had a drop of the liquid. She waited in silence, hoping there was change in the atmosphere.

“What was that?” Blair’s ears were perked as she heard one of the men ask, she was in too much of a hurry to state her problem but leaned back in disappointment as she felt huge hands hold her to motion.

She couldn’t stop herself from wondering just how huge these people would appear before her eyes, she feared for what they would do to her.

Blair hadn’t thought for too long before she slowly began dozing off, if she wasn’t allowed to see who her abductors were, she was definitely not prepared to see where they were taking her.

Bumping sounds had Blair shoot open her eyes immediately, searching through her blindfold for the slightest opening that could give her access to the world which she had failed to see for half a day now.

All she saw was darkness, as she had failed to find an opening through her blindfold.

On the trail, she heard a screeching sound and concluded it must have come from the car.

Blair observed now that the car had halted and immediately leaned out, meaning to get hold of what might be happening. Her senses swiftly set off at being attentive as they aimed to catch every detail that could be fused to make facts.

She finally was able to tell that they had reached whatever place they were headed to.