I think it was the middle of the night. At least it was night when I went to sleep and I just woke up. I missed not having eyes. I heard a strange noise. Silently i kept waiting. I didn't know the sound. It wasn't my husband, nor was it my son. I knew those sounds.
There it was again. It sounded like the backdoor. Habitually I tried to crane my neck. My body stayed rigid and barely moved. I was scared.
I heard another door opening behind me, followed by silence.
"Who go bere?" Talking was difficult.
If I could still jump, I would've jumped when I felt a gloved hand grab me. Another hand pushed a piece of cloth on top op my form.
"Sssst" someone whispered at earheight.
The hand pulled me over, propping me up against his body. My sensitive skin telling me he was wearing a coat with many pockets.
"Grab her balls." the voice at earheight whispered. It was an unfamiliar voice belonging to a man. Possibly black. Who was he talking to, there were more? I tried to squirm, my stiff body moving slightly. My captor didn't seem to notice.
"Gross, I'm not lifting it's balls out of here. I'm not gay." A second male voice whispered back.
"You're worried about that now? Just do it, it's for a higher cause. Noone will think your gay." The first voice responded agitated.
A deep sigh and two wide arms cradled my lower body. Oh god, they were kidnapping me. I needed to do something. I tried squirming again, but the rough material of their coats just stimulated my disgusting body and once again they barely seemed to notice.
I felt myself being lifted and carried through the house.
"Next time you carry the balls. This is disgusting."
Only one other thing I could do, as disgusting as it is.
"Fuck, this bitch is peeing over me. Still want to change places?"
Richard? Anyone, please help me.
Cold air washed over my body. I was outside and out of ammo. Why did this happen? Why did those bastards do this to me in the first place. I felt like crying.
"Now what? She's leaking something else up here."
I was suddenly angled upward again as my kidnapped stepped into their vehicle.
"We have it, let's go!" The other voice yelled.
Hopelessness washed over me as the car started and drove off. I felt the pressure of a hand leaving my tip, but the cloth was still there. It tasted like pee.
I could do nothing but wait as we drove to their destination.
