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It sounded silent outside for a moment. Norah put Maxine in the bathroom, despite her yapping protests. Hope that they’d left filled Norah’s head but just as she took a step to the door to listen even closer, the door came flying off the hinges. She screamed out and tried to put the bed between the strange men and herself. They easily surrounded her. All three men had scars on their faces in different places. Not a single one of them had any expression to fill her in on how they felt about trying to kidnap her. Knowing she couldn’t get away, Norah started screaming for help as loud as she could, hoping a neighbor would come and save her.
The man directly in front of her came forwards as Mr. Santiago stood in the doorway and watched. Not wanting to give up, Norah scrambled across the bed and tried to slip through the two to get to her bathroom. If she could make it, there was the smallest ledge outside her window that led to her neighbor’s balcony. These men wouldn’t be able to make it but she could shimmy across.
Pressure and weight slammed into her and Norah lost her breathe as she was forced back onto the bed and held down. She struggled to get free but she could hardly move. Sweat trickled down her forehead and the sight of a needle led her to continue screaming. A hand belonging to someone she couldn’t see covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream anymore and biting down on the skin of the hand did nothing to remove it. Not a single one of the men acted as if she was tearing into his skin, the blood from his hand pouring into her mouth as her teeth caused him to bleed.
The needle came closer and Norah couldn’t keep her eyes off it and no amount of tears or struggle made it go away. With more pressure, a hand held down her arm so the needle could be injected into her shoulder. She cried out in pain as the chemicals inside burned and as they held her down and waited for the shot to work, she could feel the strength and fight leaving from her. Norah’s grasp on consciousness was slowly fading as well and her eyes were becoming blurry and she cried until she couldn’t stay awake any more.
She was moving. She didn’t know where she was. She couldn’t open her eyes and she couldn’t form coherent thoughts. None of her limbs would work and she couldn’t lift her head. It was darkness but she could feel hands on her. At times she felt smooth fabric and at other times, she felt leather. There was dried gunk on her eyes and she only wanted to wipe it off and scratch the itch on her arm but she couldn’t. Lucidity evaded Norah and she kept slipping back into darkness.
A clock ticked in her ear. Norah didn’t have any analogue clocks in her house. Where was it coming from? Her mouth was dry and all she could think about was water until a cool hand held her head up and she felt liquid in her throat. It was calming but she choked and spluttered on it, hurting as someone bent her forwards and gently rapped on her back with their fist. Norah didn’t have any control of her limbs but she was able to crack her eyes slowly as time passed. She could see a soft light and pristine white walls. It seemed like hours before she got her eyes fully open and could take in where she was.
Even completely open it took Norah’s eyes some time to adjust in order to physically see the room. It was quite a lush room that she had been placed in. It had a queen size bed in a spacious white walled, wooden floored room. Next to the bed was a chair and a bed side table. In the chair sat a velvet blanket which matched a rug beneath the couch on the far side of the room near one of three door. The room was windowless and the air seemed stagnate but it was bright and sanitized feeling at the same time.
Norah’s body was heavy and
It sounded silent outside for a moment. Norah put Maxine in the bathroom, despite her yapping protests. Hope that they’d left filled Norah’s head but just as she took a step to the door to listen even closer, the door came flying off the hinges. She screamed out and tried to put the bed between the strange men and herself. They easily surrounded her. All three men had scars on their faces in different places. Not a single one of them had any expression to fill her in on how they felt about trying to kidnap her. Knowing she couldn’t get away, Norah started screaming for help as loud as she could, hoping a neighbor would come and save her.
The man directly in front of her came forwards as Mr. Santiago stood in the doorway and watched. Not wanting to give up, Norah scrambled across the bed and tried to slip through the two to get to her bathroom. If she could make it, there was the smallest ledge outside her window that led to her neighbor’s balcony. These men wouldn’t be able to make it but she could shimmy across.
Pressure and weight slammed into her and Norah lost her breathe as she was forced back onto the bed and held down. She struggled to get free but she could hardly move. Sweat trickled down her forehead and the sight of a needle led her to continue screaming. A hand belonging to someone she couldn’t see covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream anymore and biting down on the skin of the hand did nothing to remove it. Not a single one of the men acted as if she was tearing into his skin, the blood from his hand pouring into her mouth as her teeth caused him to bleed.
The needle came closer and Norah couldn’t keep her eyes off it and no amount of tears or struggle made it go away. With more pressure, a hand held down her arm so the needle could be injected into her shoulder. She cried out in pain as the chemicals inside burned and as they held her down and waited for the shot to work, she could feel the strength and fight leaving from her. Norah’s grasp on consciousness was slowly fading as well and her eyes were becoming blurry and she cried until she couldn’t stay awake any more.
She was moving. She didn’t know where she was. She couldn’t open her eyes and she couldn’t form coherent thoughts. None of her limbs would work and she couldn’t lift her head. It was darkness but she could feel hands on her. At times she felt smooth fabric and at other times, she felt leather. There was dried gunk on her eyes and she only wanted to wipe it off and scratch the itch on her arm but she couldn’t. Lucidity evaded Norah and she kept slipping back into darkness.
A clock ticked in her ear. Norah didn’t have any analogue clocks in her house. Where was it coming from? Her mouth was dry and all she could think about was water until a cool hand held her head up and she felt liquid in her throat. It was calming but she choked and spluttered on it, hurting as someone bent her forwards and gently rapped on her back with their fist. Norah didn’t have any control of her limbs but she was able to crack her eyes slowly as time passed. She could see a soft light and pristine white walls. It seemed like hours before she got her eyes fully open and could take in where she was.
Even completely open it took Norah’s eyes some time to adjust in order to physically see the room. It was quite a lush room that she had been placed in. It had a queen size bed in a spacious white walled, wooden floored room. Next to the bed was a chair and a bed side table. In the chair sat a velvet blanket which matched a rug beneath the couch on the far side of the room near one of three door. The room was windowless and the air seemed stagnate but it was bright and sanitized feeling at the same time.
Norah’s body was heavy and
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