Kidnapped

Chapter 3

I struggled but the hands were to stronge, "struggle all you want pretty, your not gonna be going panywhere," a deep, dark voice whispered into my ear, the person themselves smelt of stale beer and cigarette smoke, I squirmed even more at his revolting stench.

I was blackout with a sack of some sort and carried off somewhere, when the sack was taken off my head about 20 minutes later I was in a dark, smelly cellar/basement/prison place, "now my pretty you are trapped here, until I am finished with you," the voice said from behind a door, I looked towards it but the door was a large, heavy steel door with bars across a tiny gap of a window, "who are you? The next Jimmy Saville?" I muttered hoping the man hadn't heard me....