The Mating Run by Leeka

Abducted
Darkness surrounds me, a suffocating shroud that smothers my senses.
An unpleasant throbbing sensation lingers persistently at the back of my head.
My eyes flutter open, but there's no light, only an abyss of blackness. Panic
claws at my throat, and for a moment, I think I'm trapped in a nightmare. But the
cold reality settles in — I'm blindfolded.
I try to move, to shake off the disorienting fog, but something restrains me.
My wrists ache, and a shiver of fear courses through me. They're tied behind my
back, bound by some thick rope. Where am I? What happened?
My ankles and legs are bound too, the tightness of the restraints cutting into my
skin. I'm a prisoner in the darkness, limbs confined by invisible chains. I attempt
to speak, to call out for help, but I can't. A cloth, rough against my skin, is stuffed
into my mouth, rendering me speechless.
I lie on my side, vulnerable and defenseless. The air is heavy with the unknown,
a thick fog that chokes my senses. Fear courses through my veins, a relentless
tide that threatens to pull me under. I strain against the bindings, the desperate
need for Freedom pulsating through every fiber of my being.
My mind races, trying to piece together the fragments of memory.
I just had s*x with Zeke, needed to breathe, so I ditched our place. I've got.
nothing on except his hoodie, walking over to the lake, taking a drink. There was
this person behind me, but definitely not Zeke.
That person smacked the back of my head with something and kidnapped me.
Time stretches in the darkness, an endless expanse without markers.
I strain my ears, hoping for a clue, a sound that might unravel the mystery. But
there's only silence, a profound stillness that amplifies the drumming of my own
heartbeat.
The cloth in my mouth muffles any attempt at sound, a cruel gag that stifles my
cries for help. I want to scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, but my voice is
imprisoned behind the barrier of fabric. I wonder if anyone can hear me, if there's
anyone to hear.
Fear settles like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach.
What do they want from me?
The unknown looms like a specter, casting shadows on the canvas of my
thoughts. I try to shift my weight, to test the limits of my captivity, but the
restraints hold me in a vice-like grip.
The ground beneath me is cold and unforgiving. I feel its texture through the thin
fabric of my clothes. It's a stark contrast to the warmth of shared intimacy that
now feels like a distant memory. I long to free my hands, to reach out and touch
the darkness, but the bindings deny me even that simple comfort.
The air carries no familiar scent, only the sterile chill of uncertainty. I listen,
hoping to catch the faintest whisper of movement, but the silence remains
unbroken. It’s a vacuum, swallowing my pleas and leaving me alone with the
echoes of my own thoughts.
A sudden jolt runs through me, a realization that I'm not alone. I sense a
presence, a subtle shift in the air that sends a shiver down my spine. My breath
catches, and I strain to hear, to decipher the enigma that surrounds me.
Footsteps, barely audible, resonate in the darkness. They approach with
deliberate intent, each step echoing like a distant drumbeat. Fear tightens its
grip, a coil winding around my chest.
The footsteps draw closer, and I can almost feel the weight of someone’s gaze.
I'm vulnerable, exposed, and the helplessness intensifies. I try to wriggle away, to
escape the impending encounter, but the bindings hold me captive.
The footsteps stop, and a heavy silence descends. I strain my ears, waiting for
the next move in this macabre dance. A hand, cold against my skin, touches my
cheek.
I stiffen
A voice, low and guttural, murmurs something unintelligible. I strain to
understand, but the words elude me.
The hand moves, trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of unease in its wake. I
want to scream, to resist, but the restraints deny me that basic right. Fear
blooms, a noxious flower in the garden of my captivity.
What do they want?
What will they do to me?
The cloth in my mouth is yanked away, and for a moment, I gasp for air.
The room is silent, and my heartbeat echoes in the emptiness. But the relief is
fleeting. My limbs remain bound, my eyes concealed by the blindfold, and the
reality of my captivity settles like a heavy shroud.
I can feel the fabric of the blindfold pressing against my eyes, the darkness
enclosing me in a claustrophobic grip. Panic rises, a tide of fear that threatens to
drown me. I scream, the sound raw and desperate, a plea for freedom in the
silence of my captivity. Unable to move my legs or arms, I wriggle helplessly on
the ground.
“Let me go! This isn’t part of the Mating Run! It's against the rules!”
My voice reverberates in the room, each word a defiance against the unknown
captors.
The silence that follows is unsettling.
And then, laughter. A cold, heartless laughter that sends shivers down my spine.
It's a sound devoid of humanity, a mockery that pierces the silence like a sinister
melody. I shrink back, the echoes of laughter ringing in my ears like a
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haunting refrain.
A rough hand grazes my neck, and I recoil at the touch.
It's a violation, a tactile intrusion that sends revulsion coursing through me. I want
to vomit, to purge the contamination of their touch. The darkness amplifies the
intensity of the sensation, the unknown hand a phantom that haunts my every
nerve.
“Please, just let me go!”
The laughter subsides, replaced by a heavy quiet. I can sense their presence, a
malevolence that lingers in the air like a foul stench. My mind races, trying to
make sense of the situation, but the blindfold veils the truth in an impenetrable
shroud.
I try to move, to free myself from the bindings that hold me captive. The ropes dig
into my flesh, a reminder of my helplessness. My limbs ache, but the restraints
refuse to yield.
The rough hand on my neck tightens, a cruel grasp that sends a jolt of pain
through me. I gasp, the agony a visceral reminder of my vulnerability. My captor’s
fingers dig into my skin, squeezing with a malicious intent that leaves me
trembling.
skin.
A voice pierces the silence, a voice that sends shivers down my spine.
“Look at all these hickeys on your neck. But no mating mark, huh?”
The words are a taunt, a mocking commentary on the symbols that adorn my
Hickeys. The word reverberates in my mind, and I feel a flush of humiliation. My
captor’s fingers release their vice—like grip, and I'm left gasping for breath. The
ache shouldn't be this intense, but it stubbornly persists.
“No mating mark,” my captor repeats, the words laden with a sinister satisfaction.
“He never changes, does he?”
“Thought you were important to Zeke, huh?” The words land like a barrage of
blows, each syllable a strike against my already battered spirit. “But look at your
now, just another body he played with.”
I want to refute their words, to cling to the belief that there was meaning in the
shared moments with Zeke. But my captor’s voice is a relentless reminder of the
deception that wove its tendrils through the fabric of my existence.
Another touch, this time gentler, traces the contours of my face.
I flinch, repulsed by my captor’s proximity.
“You thought you were special, didn’t you?” My captor’s words are a blade,
slicing through the vestiges of my delusions. It was a harsh awakening, a truth
that tarnishes the fragments of warmth I clung to in the darkness. My captor’s
fingers linger on my cheek, a touch that feels like a mockery of tenderness. “No
mating mark. You're disposable, just like the rest.”
The captors laughter resounds, a chorus of malevolence that mocks my
vulnerability.
“He played with you, and now you're here. Alone. Helpless.”
I gather the strength to speak, my voice a tremor in the oppressive silence.
“Why am I here?” The words hang in the air, a plea for answers in the void of
uncertainty. “Why did you kidnap me?”
My captor remains silent for a moment, their breath echoing in the suffocating
darkness.
I clench my fists, frustration bubbling within me.
“Tell me why! What do you want?”
The captor’s laughter subsides, replaced by a cold calmness.
“I need to talk with Zeke. It's kind of frustrating that I got his flavor of the week
instead of him. Why did you have to wear his hoodie? It's not like you're mates.”
The
captors words eche with a brutal honesty that stings. I flinch, the truth a bitter pill
to swallow “You're just another body for him. You know that, don’t you?”
1 grit my teeth, forcing myself to speak again.
Tven if that's true, you kidnapped the wrong person. I'm nothing to Zeke,’ The
admission hurts, a confession that echoes with the captor’s damning words. “If
you want something from him, you've made a mistake.”
The captor’s response is a cold chuckle, a sound that sends shivers down my
spine.
“You think you know Zeke? He may not care about you, but there's one thing he
cares about. And that’s being the star of the show.”
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God, you're an idiot.” The captor
continues, their voice a sinister
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always wanted to be the hero, the
one who could guarantee sponsors.
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Suddenly, the cloth is pressed against my mouth again, and panic claws at the
edges of my consciousness.
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I try to scream, to resist the
encroaching darkness, but the fabric
stifles any attempt at vocalization.
My limbs flail in a desperate bid for
freedom, the ground beneath me a
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needs to be. You were just at the
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My captor’s hand tightens around my hair, a cruel grip that yanks me from the
ground. I wince, the pain radiating through my scalp as I'm forcibly dragged
across an unknown terrain.
I want to protest, to defy my captor’s hold on me, but the cloth muffles any
coherent words. My attempts at resistance are futile, and I'm left defenseless
against my captor’s relentless control.
The world around me is a disorienting blur as I'm dragged into the unknown. My
surroundings remain shrouded in darkness, a void that mirrors the uncertainty of
my captivity. I squirm, my body wriggling in a desperate attempt to break free
from my captor’s grip.
I claw at the ground, my fingers scraping against dirt and gravel, seeking any
anchor that might offer respite from my captor’s relentless pull. The pain in my
scalp intensifies, a sharp reminder of my captor’s physical control over me.
I attempt to twist my body, hoping to loosen my captor’s hold, but their grip
remains firm. The fabric against my mouth stifles my attempts to vocalize my
fear, leaving me trapped in a silent scream that echoes in the recesses of my
mind.
My captor’s pace quickens, dragging me with an urgency that heightens my
sense of dread. I can feel the uneven terrain beneath me, each jolt a painful
reminder of my captor’s relentless determination.
The captor finally comes to a stop, and I find myself dumped onto a cold surface.
I gasp for breath, the fabric momentarily removed from my mouth. Before I can
utter a word, the captor’s hand clamps down on my jaw, silencing any potential
protest.
“Stay quiet,” the captor commands, their voice a low threat that leaves no room
for defiance. “Or I'll cut your f**king tongue. I'm serious. Nod if you understand.”
I nod, a meek acknowledgment of my defenselessness.
The cloth is placed forcefully over my mouth once more, and I am thrust back
into the suffocating silence.