dude
2014-01-11 02:14:03 UTC
So then she pulls out a knife and tells me to keep driving and tells me that from now on, I'm her b*tch. And that if I disobey her she'll slice me. With my luck, I had a full tank of gas. We drove for about an hour, way out into the middle of nowhere. She told me to pull over. We got out and started walking into the woods, and she decided that she'd be more comfortable riding on my shoulders. Now she's sitting on my shoulders, and once again she says that if I try anything, she'll cut my throat. I tell her that if she does, she'll fall off my shoulders, and she tells me to shut up. so we walk (well, I walk) through the dark woods for about 30 minutes with her occasionally directing me from above. We get to a house in the woods, she tells me to put her down. I lower her from my shoulders and she tells me to go to the basement. She handcuffs me to a pole, and she goes upstairs. About two hours pass and I then I fell asleep. Surprisingly I awoke refreshed, even though I slept with my arm cuffed to a pole. When I woke up, the handcuffs were gone, and so was she. I was completely alone. I stumbled through the woods out to the country road, where my car was, and thankfully it was still there. I got in, started it, and drove home.
This was last summer, and I still haven't told anyone. Honestly I don't think she was a violent criminal or anything. I think she was just a rebellious girl going through some things. Even though she talked a big game she didn't hurt me. And she could have let me die in that basement but she removed the cuffs before leaving. This is weird but...I kind of hope I see her again...I feel like a sicko who likes abuse by saying that, but when I look back on that night, I don't look back with fear, I look back almost as though it's a good memory........thoughts??