The Mysterious Man In The Woods Part Three
Read Part One here: Part 1
Read Part Two here: Part 2
When I opened my eyes, I was in a bedroom, and no one else was around. I ran to the door and tried to open it, but of course, it was locked. Feeling defeated, I sat on the ground and looked around. Why would someone kidnap me and bring me to such a nice room? I mean, it wasn’t anything compared to my own bedroom, but this was not what you think of when you think of being kidnapped. The bed had a nice blue blanket, and there was an end table and dresser too.
I got up and looked inside the drawers of the end table first: a coloring book, pencils, an empty notebook, and to my surprise, a packaged chocolate chip cookie. I immediately opened it and ate it. I was starving and didn’t know what time it was. There was no window in the room, and who knows how long I’d been out for. At one point, I’d questioned eating a snack from a stranger who kidnapped me, but I had to eat.
I made my way to the dresser and found there were fresh clothes. Nothing fancy and only enough to get through a week. Were these guys trying to keep me here and then kill me later? How long would it be before anyone came to get me? Did anyone even know I was missing? All of these thoughts ran through my head, and tears streaked my cheeks as I freaked out. I screamed and cried and began kicking the door. I needed to get out of there. “Let me out!!!” I screamed. I was doing no damage to this metal door, and nobody was responding. I made my way to the bed and cried. There had to be a way out of here.
After what seemed like hours had passed, I heard the door unlocking and male voices talking in another language. The door opened, and one man entered the bedroom, the other stood outside the room. I wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out of me. I was terrified.
“Hello, Lynn,” the man on the left said.
He was tall, and his curly black hair was slicked back. He was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with a white t-shirt underneath. He pushed his plaid shirt out of the way, revealing a gun. Blue eyes stared at me from across the room, awaiting a response. I could barely muster a whisper.
“H-h-hi,” I replied.
“You can call me Rick, and this is my partner Ben. We know you’re confused right now, but as long as you listen to us, you will not get hurt. You will change into fresh clothes and leave your old ones in the corner by the door here. You have five minutes. We will then escort you to the dining area where you will have lunch with the other girls. If you try to run, you will be shot. If you try to bring harm to anyone, you will be shot. One of the girls can explain the rest,” he said.
He left the room, and the door locked behind him. I quickly got up and changed into new clothes, ensuring that I left my clothes in the corner as told. I didn’t want to let them go. I was too scared. What would they do with them? And who were these other girls they spoke of?
After a few minutes, the door unlocked once again, and Rick grabbed my arm and guided me to a large dining room nearby. There were no windows anywhere. The room was filled with about fifteen other women who were sitting and eating. They were talking to each other as if everything was normal. Rick let my arm go and instructed me to sit anywhere. Someone would be bringing me my food, and he hoped I liked tuna sandwiches.
I sat down next to a group of three girls who were eating together. I was shaking and confused, and I just wanted to know what was going on. There were two men guarding a door that had multiple locks on it. They held large rifles and didn’t seem to talk or move around much.
“Welcome to hell,” one of the girls said. She had blonde hair, and she was pretty. She was wearing makeup and was dressed in much nicer clothes than I was.
“I’m Hannah. So, here’s the rundown. These guys won’t hurt you if you listen to what they say. I’ve been here for six years. I’m kind of a big deal with the ladies here cause I’ve been here the longest. Everyone else was either transferred or killed. But the guys like me cause I listen, and I’m stuck telling newbies like you the rules now.” She rolled her eyes.
This chick had a serious case of Stockholm syndrome. I’d read about it in books and seen it in movies, but how could you become so comfortable with being kidnapped and held against your will?
“The better you listen, and the better job you do, the better they’ll treat you. Every day there is a schedule. Wake up, shower, eat, bathroom, work, free time, lunch, work some more, bathroom, free time, dinner, and bed. I can’t tell you times cause nobody knows what time it is around here. I haven’t been outside or seen a clock in ages. In case you couldn’t tell by my pale skin. Makeup will help with that… if you earn it.”
Another girl walked up and brought me a sandwich and chips. I didn’t want to talk to these girls. What did they mean by work? I mustered up the strength to eat even though I was feeling weak and queasy. I sat in silence and looked around the room. What on earth did these people want from me?
I was barely done eating when a loud alarm rang throughout the building. All of the girls dropped down on the floor and put their hands behind their backs. I quickly did the same and watched in horror as a girl ran from the hallway where I’d come out of the bedroom and toward the door where the guards stood. She had a large piece of metal in her hand and was screaming, but I couldn’t understand her. One of the guards lifted their rifle and shot her in the head. She fell to the ground, and blood pooled around her. Her lifeless eyes seemed to be staring in my direction. I can’t even describe how scared I was.
A man came out from the hallway bleeding from a large cut on his face. That was the moment that I realized that I had not just been kidnapped, I was being trafficked. And then another thought came through my mind. What if the campers that had been found were bodies of people that had been killed here? I really regretted not telling anybody where I was investigating or about what I was planning to make reports on. Nobody would ever find me because nobody knew where I was.