"Ven Aqui"

A Story by Vibes

Someone's been kidnapped! But, why? "Ven Aqui" is a short story that I made when I was bored. Has some humor in it, albeit kind of dark. Has 1,334 words, so It's not that long.

“Ven Aqui”

The gentle hum of an automobile woke me up. The vehicle rhythmically jostled up and down. The combination of the two almost acted like a lullaby, but something felt wrong. When did I get into a car? I slowly opened my eyes, but only saw darkness. I attempted to stretch, but I found that my body was tied up. Panic started to rise in my chest.

I was laying on my side in what seemed to be the trunk of a sedan. I squirmed around, trying to see if I could get free of the bindings, but the size of the area I was in was too small. My body was surrounded by the walls of the trunk. I couldn’t get free.

My stomach churned. What the f**k? How the hell did I even get in here? Was I f*****g kidnapped? “Hello?’ I called out. My voice sounded shaky. “Anyone there?”

As if on cue, the vehicle hit a bump. I was launched a inch into the air and then promptly fell back down. Pain filled my body.

My panic was suddenly replaced with anger. “GAH! What the f**k is this? LET ME OUT! I swear, when I get out of here-”. The car hit another bump. “OW!”

I started to violently shake around. I felt scared. I don’t know how I even got here. I quickly got tired of thrashing and just resorted to yelling. “HELLO? I KNOW YOU’RE F****N THERE, YOU CREEPS! Let me OUT!” I sighed. Of course they won’t let me out. I’ve been f*****g kidnapped by them. Why would they try to release me?

What do they even want? I thought back to the last thing I remembered before I blacked out, but it was all hazy. A tear started to roll down my cheek. This is the end, isn’t it? I watched Criminal Minds, I know how this s**t will go down. I’m gonna be a f*****g sexslave for the rest of my goddamn life.

I suddenly heard the car brakes squeak. I felt the car slowly lurch to a stop. This is it. I heard the doors opening and voices talking. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The trunk muffled the sounds coming in. The voices slowly came closer. This is it.

There seemed to be two people. I heard one talking to the other in an excited voice. One of the voices sounded like a man, while the other sounded like a woman.

Oh great, it’s one of those episodes of Criminal Minds. Holy f**k.

As the voices slowly came closer, I could start to distinguish different words. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but they weren’t speaking English for damn sure.

The voices finally sounded like they were right outside the trunk door. I heard the click of the locks as the trunk slowly opened. Light hit my eyes like a truck. I quickly flinched at the light pouring into the once dark area I was in.

Before I could even open my eyes, I felt hands pick me up.They lifted me effortlessly from the dark trunk and into the outside world. I opened my eyes.

I was right about there being a man and a woman. The man was the one who lifted me. He started to quickly walk towards to what seemed to be a tree. The woman followed him. The man held me by my body, like how you would hold a bag of sand. I wanted to scream, I wanted to resist, but all I felt was fear. I was frozen.

The first thing I noticed is that both people had light brown skin. The man had short black hair and a goatee surrounding his mouth. There were was small amount of wrinkles around his face, suggesting he was in his 40’s. He wore a purple shirt and cargo pants. He didn’t seem like a serial rapist to me. Maybe … that’s what he wants.

The woman had black hair, as well, but she had it long and wore it in a ponytail. She had a dress on with a floral pattern on it. She also looked like she was in her 40’s.

Both of them didn’t even acknowledge I was here. They didn’t act like they just kidnapped a person. They walked as if there wasn’t anything illegal currently happening right now. They looked … almost normal.

I still felt scared out of my mind, however. Every single part of me wanted to scream and shake around, but an even stronger urge told me to stay completely still and shut up. It felt like instinct.

I started to scan my surroundings. We were in a giant field of green grass. The man was taking me towards a single tree. It was the only tree in the field. On the edges of the grass plains, it looked like there were houses lined up neatly. There was also what seemed to be a playground to the right of me. I was immediately confused, Are we in a park? Why would these people take me to a f*****g park?!?

It was midday, too. The sun beat down us us, but it wasn’t hot. Birds were chirping around. I heard children playing in the distance.

What the actual f**k??

These crazy f*****g kidnappers took me to a f*****g park in the middle of the damn day??? WHAT?

The man soon arrived at the tree. It wasn’t a tall tree, but it was still pretty big. Apples grew from a few branches. I saw a nest of birds huddled close to the trunk. The man took the end of the rope that tied me and tied that to a low hanging branch. He let me go.

As soon as he released me from his grasp, I started to sway slowly. I was hanging from the tree, now. There was only a five foot drop to the ground. A million thoughts were racing through my head. I was still extremely confused on what was happening.

I then heard the woman yell something. It still wasn’t English, so I didn’t understand it. What she said was: “Los hijos” and “ven aqui”. I didn’t know what it meant, but as soon as she finished saying it, a mob of about 10 children that were playing on the playground came running towards her.

This did not help me understand what was going on at all.

She started to talk to the children in her language. She sounded excited, and every time she would finish a sentence, the children would cheer. She started to gesture towards me as well. All the children started to stare at me like I was made of candy or something

Oh I get it.

These people are in a f*****g cult.

And I’m gonna be sacrificed to Satan.

That seemed to be the only logical answer to whatever is going to happen to me. I was kidnapped by two, seemingly normal, people who brought me to a f*****g park where they hanged me from a tree. Now, a bunch of f*****g little children are going to do God-knows-what to me.

At least I’m not gonna be a f*****g sexslave.

Something still told me to lie perfectly still. I was doubting it was instinct anymore, since no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t move or scream. Maybe they drugged me? I don’t f*****g know.

The man handed one of the kids a baseball bat that was sitting next to the tree. The kid’s face looked so happy, it was like he just got accepted into f*****g Harvard. Then the man put a cloth around the boy’s eyes. Everyone around him was cheering. The boy walked towards me, bat in hand.

So, good news, I’m probably not getting sacrificed to Satan.

Bad news, it seems that I’m gonna get brutally murdered by a f*****g group of children.

I’d rather suck that middle-aged man’s dick for the rest of my life.