"Is that so? Then we don't have any reason to let you live since you see us, you're going to report us to the police as soon as we let you go," said another. I shook my head and held the hem of the man near me.
"I promise I won't, as long as you let me live! Please! I'm begging you!" I cried. They just laughed at me and they tied me up and put a gag on my mouth. Tears not stopping to flow from my eyes. Why today? Am I really cursed at having this kind of life? Not loved by my own mother, my father is nowhere to be found, and my family thought that I was just a troublesome kid who just wanted attention.
I just want to feel some love too. Is that too much to ask?
After an hour, the car stopped. I looked at my surroundings. They stopped in a abandoned asylum. They went down the car and they picked me up. I struggled to break free.
"Stop squirming, you brat!" They punch my stomach hard. It hurt so much, that I curled up like a fetus in the womb. They went to the building and came in to one of the rooms. There is some furniture inside, maybe they were left behind after the asylum closed. They threw me to the ground without care. Even aching, I scrambled away, but they laughed at me as if I'm a mouse that is being played by the cats for entertainment.
"So, what should we do with her?" asked one. I went to the corner, silently crying and praying for help. A man who was near to me sneered when he saw what I was doing.
"Are you praying for help, young miss? Too bad, no one will know what will happen to you, but I will give you one last chance. Call someone... The one you think will help you."
They untied me and remove the gag on my mouth. They gave me my phone. I looked at them trembling in fear.
One man turns to me with a raised eyebrow. "What are you waiting for? Are you not going to call someone or you resigned to your fate?"
With a shaking hands, I clasp my phone and call my mom's number. Tears never cease to stop. "Mom, p-pick up..." I uttered.
After a few rings, she answered. "What?" There is annoyance in her tone. I bit my lips.
"Mom, help me please... I was kidnapped!" I pleaded. If I'm in front of her, I will grovel in her feet for her to save me.