Kidnapped

First chapter of The Masked Man

"Please!Please, let me go!" I sobbed, clawing at the ground. My captor was pulling me by the hair down a deserted alleyway after knocking me out. He wore a white mask over his face, black paint spread over it to look like a noose. A dark black cloak was over his body and I clung to it, trying to rip it off him. He turned toward me, kicking me in the ribs and knocking the air out of my lungs.

"What did I do to you?!" I coughed. There where rumors of people disappearing mysteriously around the neighborhood but I never payed them attention. After all, they were rumors. My father was also a cop so I knew what to do whenever I go out, like always having my phone in my pocket, fully charged.

We came to the end of the alleyway, tears streaming down my face as I shakes with sobs. The masked man kicked me again, but I quickly sat up to avoid it. He grabbed me by the collar, pulling me up violently and pinning me to the wall. 

"Be quiet or I will make sure your dead, mauled corpse is hung up for everybody to see" He smells of smoke and dirt. 

I coughed, my hands going to his wrists to make him let me go. His response is shoving me against the wall. 

"Yes-fine-I'll...Stop" He releases me, grabbing the sleeves of my jacket and dragging me once again. I rubbed my sore throat with my spare hand, trying to remember where I left my phone. The masked man lifted me on top of a garbage can.

"Get over the wall" He motions toward the dead end. 

"T-the wall?" 

"Yes, now do it before your legs are taken away from you"

I'm tempted to just kick him in the face, but I knew he was serious about the whole "cutting my legs" thing. As soon as my body was over the wall, I fell to the ground. The knees of my jeans ripped and I scraped my leg, the skin peeling and leaving blood. 

"Holy-" The masked man jumps to the ground gracefully. He grabs my collar and once again hauls me to my feet. I wobble but keep my ground. The forest is right in front of us, deep green foliage leaving room for no light to enter. 

The masked man walks toward it, expecting me to follow. 

Hell no.

Looking around, I grab a sharp branch on the floor, running toward the masked man. Aiming the stick high, I quickly kick the back of his legs and stab him. He turned just as the stick was going to impale him, stabbing through his arm instead of his back.

He curses, grabbing my leg as I was turning to run. I fall to the ground, fumbling with the pocket of my jacket. 

If I could just get my phone-

The masked man pins me to the floor, pulling out a knife and holding it near my face.

"We wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours, would we?" He grazes the tip of the knife across my cheek. 

"I-"

"What have I said about being quiet?" He puts pressure on the knife once it reaches my jaw, a thin line of blood dripping. 

I nod my head, looking to see how much damage I did to his arm. The stick didn't go to deep, but there was still blood drenching the sleeve of his cloak. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his masked face. He dragged his finger from my chin to my collarbone. Fear washes over me. 

"Get up" He says, getting off of me.

I scramble to my feet just as he knocked something at the back of my head.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i look forward to see what happens next.
going straight into the action was fine - but i do hope to get a bit of character development later on.
and maybe a bit more on the setting. it doesn't have to give the name of the city, but a little bit about what kind of place the action is taking place, if there's a lot of nature or if it's very urban, blah blah, would add more colour to the story

[♢Sophia♢]

Thank you so much for your feedback! I will do my best to improve!

[Gabriel]

PLEASE LET HER DEVELOP STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

[♢Sophia♢]

Maybe I will, maybe I won't. You'll see. :)