An Unpleasant Start: MadelynMature

I walked quickly down the sidewalk, glancing back every two seconds to reaffirm what I already knew, I was being followed. For four blocks now, four big, burly men had tailed me. I wouldn't normally have noticed this kind of thing, being too wrapped up in my own thoughts, but news of kidnappings was becoming more and more frequent, and I was getting paranoid.
I passed some colorfully decorated cafes and clothing shops, but every time I tried to enter, I was either shoved aside, or it was closed. The men were gaining on me, and I was getting nervous.
I quickly turned down into an alley, hoping to loose my followers and dodge into another street, though as my luck would have it, it was a dead end street. I quickly spun around to try and get out before they got there, but I was too late. They had me. Lovely.
"Let's just think about this for a minute," I pleaded as the men entered the alley, "you don't want me!" I slipped my hand into my purse, trying to grasp my pepper spray or cell phone. No luck.
"Elle a l'air assez bon pour moi," the smallest of the four grunted.
"Oh! Frenchies!Why didn't you say so? Je m'appelle, erm... et je suis americain," I said, with a very poor french accent. The men looked confused for a second, as if trying to decipher what I had said. However, they shook that off very quickly, and the french one pulled out some sort of aerosol, and sprayed my face with it. The last thing remembered was feeling my body hit the hard ground, and a cut let loose some of my blood.
I slept for a long time, or that's what it felt like at least, I was totally unaware of the time. Dreams flitted into and out of my mind, images of the alley way, and my mother, kept appearing in my head. Every time I tired to run to my mom, something held me back. It was like a heavy chain, weighing on me only when I tried to escape. It was a nightmare.
I felt my body being patted down for any weapons, and my purse being pulled from my grasp. I was powerless to do anything. I then felt rough hands grab, throw me on the shoulder that owned them, and take me somewhere. That's when my eyes finally started to open.
"Hello young one," a strange man said.
"Wh...Where are I?" I asked, and though the sentence was grammatically incorrect, I think the idea got across just fine.
"You are at a torture facility, used to harm and hurt innocent bystanders" the man chuckled, as though something was dreadfully funny
"I fail to see the funny part..." I commented.
"The funny part is that you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he said, laughter stopping. A dark look crossed his face, and his forehead burrowed is if he was in a raging battle within himself.
"When do I get to go home?" I asked.
"Hm, probably never. But if you win, then there is a chance of hope for you yet." The man said, and then leaned over the table that separated us, towards the chair to which I was bound, "But between you and me, I don't think you'll last very long." And with that, he left. I was left alone, left to whither in this horrid chair, and to ponder over what the man had meant.

The End

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