The one where I get......Kidnapped???

It's Thursday today, and I gave up being normal two weeks ago. I would say it wasn't working, but the truth is, lately, I can not seem to muster the strength to do anything. It's like I am seeing the world through fogged glasses. I feel disconnected from everything and everyone. I just want to go home and lay down.

I'm walking home from class totally oblivious to everything and everyone but the path to my house, when all of a sudden someone comes from behind me, grabs my hands, shoves it at an extremely awkward angle behind my back and fasten them together with what I can guess are probably zip ties and before I can even scream, another person comes into my line of vision and shoves a musty smelling cloth into my mouth and then to make it worse, a mask is thrown over my head blocking out my eyesight and before I can even begin to fully process what is going on I'm hauled over someone's shoulder. I know screaming is futile, so I start struggling wildly. I kick out with my unbound legs, hoping to do some damage, but as I'm kicking, I realise my kicks have no power in them. My kidnappers must have realised it to because they chuckle, and one slaps my behind, and in that moment, something happened to me. I realised that if they were successful in taking me, after whatever disgusting thing they'd planned to do to me I would probably not survive it and with that knowledge came rage at the unfairness of my life until now so I kick my attacker, hopefully in his groin with all the strength I can muster and he gives a kind of choked scream and drops to the ground the floor taking me with him.

"Fucking bitch" I hear the other one say before pain explodes in the back of my head and I faint. I woke up the first time and felt my legs, they were still tied and they must have put me down because I'm lying on what feels unmistakably like gravel, one side of my face feels uncomfortably hot and i can hear cars in the distance.

"She's coming awake," one said as I moved my legs. The god-awful mask is still over my head, making it very difficult to breathe. I feel a pinching sensation in my arms, and my last coherent thought is that I should have lain still.

"He said we weren't to harm her" is what I hear one of my kidnappers say when I open my eyes again. I'm sitting upright, this time, I don't move or give any indication that I'm awake, the air feels damp and smells smells like dirty socks, the cloth in my mouth feels even more disgusting, I want to gag but I manage to keep it down.

"We can't just keep her here though, she's eventually going to need to do shit, like eat, an...and later, she's going to want to take a piss"

"Yeah well it ain't our job to keep her fed or take her to piss, the guy said we are to hold her, and this isn't a hotel Joe we ain't her keepers so you've gotta quit talking like she's some kind of damsel in distress."

"That's not.." the one who I presume is Joe starts to say but the other nameless one interjects " Whatever dude, two hours have passed, we've got to dose her again" he says, the sound of a chair being scraped back is the only sign I'm given before he grabs my hand and there's that pinching sensation again and once again I become unconscious. When I open my eyes again, something is different, my face is no longer covered, I feel disoriented, and to my surprise, there is a face in front of my face, it's a bit weird that that is the one thing that i choose to focus on right now, but despite my disorientation, I have the urge to punch him.

"You're a pretty one, ain't ya," he says spittle flying everywhere. "You just need to add some meat on your bones," he says, his hand reaching up to touch my face. My face must have reflected my disgust because suddenly his face contorts, and he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my face close to his

"You're so full of it aren't you, girls like you, always thinking you're above everybody" he says licking his lips "He said we are not to harm you but who cares, we can always make up a story stupid girls like you always un cooperative and besides i don't suppose you'll go about telling him that i had a little fun with you now. Will you?" He reaches out, grabs my legs and pulls me down, i try to scream, but it's muffled by the stupid gag in my mouth. I start thrashing, but he only laughs harder. He pops open the button of my jeans and at this point I start crying, he pulls it down, I continue thrashing and then somehow I hit my head on the floor hard enough to make me dizzy. As I'm trying to clear my head, I notice that my kidnapper is no longer grappling with me. My jeans are around my ankles, but I don't want to focus on that. I hear snarling, and I try to look up, but my vision swims.

I turn on my side and see a black wolf, or what I assume is a wolf, standing at the entrance of where i am being held. It looks like a wolf, but the size is all wrong. Wolves are not supposed to be that big. I shake my head to clear my eyes, but that makes my dizziness even worse. I open my eyes again, and there is a naked guy standing where a wolf was, and he's strangling my attacker. I try to focus on the bizarre situation unfolding before me, but my vision blurs, and I pass out.