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You fall to the ground, your head slamming against the hard concrete. You nearly scream out but hold it back, considering that you didn't want to get beat again. He hovered over you, his eyes going up-and-down your body, before laughing slightly. Suddenly, he throws an object at your chest. Your eyes go down to your chest and you see a phone. You're obviously surprised, staring back at the older man.
"You have thirty minutes to play a game," He began, his voice very raspy and deep. "I have to go deal with some business..."
And with that, he was gone. He dimmed every light, his traps around each possible escape activated, and every window and door locked.
You grasp onto the phone, clicking the home button to wake-up the screen. He only had two games. Minecraft and Temple Run. You weren't going to play any games, though. You were going to be doing something that could honestly risk your life, but you've had enough of these past six months.
You instantly open the Settings app, scrolling down to General, looking through each option. You see the Reset section, seeing different options.
Reset All Settings.
That's what you need to do but apart of you was still fearful. You didn't want to die but if the video you watched months ago was correct, then you'd be okay. So, you clicked the button. With that, the phone began to Reset, and the phone turned off. You knew it was going to take some time but you were hoping it would reset in time.
So you waited, each second that passed felt like a minute. You fidgeted a bit, shaking your legs to the beat of your pulse, which was higher than usual. You gritted your teeth together, cracking your neck.
You couldn't stop looking at the phone. When each minute passed, your pulse heightened more. You want the phone to just turn on. You want help and you need help. This abuse and control has gone on for too long... You deserve the freedom.
After five minutes or so, the phone turns back on. Everything about the phone changed, which was definitely comforting for you. You slid your finger across the lockscreen, unlocking it and watch the signal of the phone increase. This is really happening. You wanted to cry tears of joy but there was no time for that. You clicked the Phone icon, bringing up the dial pad.
You enter 911, putting it to your ear. You instantly hear a voice, "Hello, 911 - What's your emergency?"
"I-I need help, please!" You stutter out quietly, trembling from the overwhelming anxiety.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I've been held hostage for 6 months, I was able to find a phone to call but I have no idea where I am..."
"Okay, It's going to be okay! I will try to track the location on your phone and have some friends we work with help you, okay?"
"O-Okay, but I need you to hurry, please... I don't know when he's going to come back," Your voice beginning to shake.
The operator over the phone began to reassure you, having you take deep breaths.
You take a deep breath in for about six seconds, holding it for five seconds and exhaling for four seconds. You repeat the exercise until you hear the distant sirens, becoming louder and more clear. Your legs are still bound by the chains, so you really can't run to the door.
"Honey, I'm going to transfer you to one of the agents there, okay?"
"Uh-huh..."
The line began to ring and suddenly you hear a soft, gentle voice. "Hi, what's your name?"
"I'm Y/N..."
"Y/N, how old are you?"
"I'm (AGE) years-old..."
"Okay, I need to know where you are in the house..."
"It's very dark, but I know he has traps at any possible escape routes because he doesn't trust me much but I'm pretty sure I'm in a basement."
He goes quiet for a second but you hear him whisper to other agents, but it's very muffled so you can't hear what he's saying. You hear footsteps in the house, "Are you guys in the house?"
"Some of the agents are in, but I'm going to find the basement entrance..." You hear him cock his gun, causing you gulp a bit. You back up into the corner a bit, pushing your knees against each other. The chains attached to your ankles clank together as you move. "Are you able to move?"
"My feet are restrained with chains, but there is a staircase that leads up to a door or secret entrance..."
You hear a car pulling into the driveway, causing you to widen your eyes. "I-I think he's home..."
You hear him mutter a swear word but he's prepared to shoot him on sight. You begin to tremble more, terrified for your life and the agent trying to save you.
"Hands up!" You hear the agent yell, cocking his gun again. "Drop to the ground and tell me where she is!"
You hear the muffled voice of your rapist, then suddenly hear a door slam open. You instantly drop the phone, placing your hand over your mouth. "Y/N?"
Your eyes soften and you bring your eyes up to a different man. He dressed in a navy blue vest with the words FBI on it. You looked up to him almost like a puppy, nearly crying to see the person who helped save you.
"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, the agent you've been speaking with," He began, while he noticed that you only had a sheet that covered your body. He seemed sickened that a sicko would do that to you. He squats down, using one of his tools to pick the lock of the chains, as your ankles begin to feel actual air for the first time in months.
You try to hold your tears back but begin to cry. Spencer looks at you, before helping you up. He doesn't care that you just have a sheet on, he just wants to help you. He doesn't mind that you're crying either.
"Let's go, Y/N..."
I fell to the ground, my head slamming against the hard concrete. I nearly screamed out but held it back, considering that I didn't want to get beat again. He hovered over me, his eyes going up-and-down my body, before laughing slightly. Suddenly, he throws an object at my chest. My eyes go down to your chest and you see a phone. I'm obviously surprised, staring back at the older man.
"You have thirty minutes to play a game," He began, his voice very raspy and deep. "I have to go deal with some business..."
And with that, he was gone. He dimmed every light, his traps around each possible escape activated, and every window and door locked.
I grasp onto the phone, clicking the home button to wake-up the screen. He only had two games. Minecraft and Temple Run. I didn't plan on playing any games, though. I was going to be doing something that could honestly risk my life, but I've had enough of these past six months.
I instantly open the Settings app, scrolling down to General, looking through each option. I see the Reset section, seeing different options.
Reset All Settings.
That's what I need to do but apart of me was still fearful. I didn't want to die but if the video I watched months ago was correct, then I'd be okay. So, I clicked the button. With that, the phone began to Reset, and the phone turned off. I knew it was going to take some time but I'm truly hoping it will reset in time.
So I waited, each second that passed felt like a minute. I fidgeted a bit, shaking my legs to the beat of my pulse, which was higher than usual. I gritted your teeth together, cracking my neck.
I couldn't stop looking at the phone. When each minute passed, my pulse heightened more. I just want the phone to just turn on. I want help and I need help. This abuse and control has gone on for too long... I deserve the freedom.
After five minutes or so, the phone turns back on. Everything about the phone changed, which was definitely comforting. I slid my finger across the lockscreen, unlocking it and watch the signal of the phone increase. This is really happening. I honestly could cry tears of joy but there was no time for that. I click the Phone icon, bringing up the dial pad.
I carefully enter 911, putting the phone to my ear. I instantly hear a voice, "Hello, 911 - What's your emergency?"
"I-I need help, please!" You stutter out quietly, trembling from the overwhelming anxiety.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I've been held hostage for 6 months, I was able to find a phone to call but I have no idea where I am..."
"Okay, It's going to be okay! I will try to track the location on your phone and have some friends we work with help you, okay?"
"O-Okay, but I need you to hurry, please... I don't know when he's going to come back," My voice began to shake.
The operator over the phone began to reassure me, recommending for me to take deep breaths.
I take a deep breath in for about six seconds, holding it for five seconds and exhaling for four seconds. I continue to repeat the exercise until I finally hear the distant sirens, becoming louder and more clear. My legs are still bound by the chains, so I really can't run to the door.
"Honey, I'm going to transfer you to one of the agents there, okay?"
"Uh-huh..."
The line began to ring and suddenly I hear this soft, gentle voice. "Hi, what's your name?"
"I'm Y/N..."
"Y/N, how old are you?"
"I'm (AGE) years-old..."
"Okay, I need to know where you are in the house..."
"It's very dark, but I know he has traps at any possible escape routes because he doesn't trust me much but I'm pretty sure I'm in a basement."
He goes quiet for a second but hear him whisper to other agents, but it's very muffled so I can't properly hear what he's saying. I begin to hear footsteps in the house, "Are you guys in the house?"
"Some of the agents are in, but I'm going to find the basement entrance..." I hear him cock his gun, causing me gulp a bit. I back up into the corner a bit, pushing my knees in against each other. The chains attached to my ankles slightly clank together as I move. "Are you able to move?"
"My feet are restrained with chains, but there is a staircase that leads up to a door or secret entrance..."
I hear a car pull into the driveway, causing my eyes to widen. "I-I think he's home..."
I hear him mutter a swear word but I know he's prepared to shoot him on sight. I begin to tremble more, terrified for my life and the agent trying to save me.
"Hands up!" I hear the agent yell, cocking his gun again. "Drop to the ground and tell me where she is!"
I hear the muffled voice of my rapist, then suddenly hear a door slam open. I instantly drop the phone, placing my hand over my mouth. "Y/N?"
My eyes soften and I bring my eyes up to a different man. He dressed in a navy blue vest with the words FBI on it. I looked up to him almost like a puppy, nearly crying to see the person who helped save me.
"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, the agent you've been speaking with," He began, while he noticed that I only had a sheet that covered my body. He seemed to be sickened that a sicko would do that to me. He squats down, using one of his tools to pick the lock of the chains, as my ankles begin to feel actual air for the first time in months.
I try to hold my tears back but begin to cry. Spencer looks at me calmly, before helping me up. He doesn't care that I just have a sheet on, he just wants to help me. He doesn't even seem to mind that I'm crying either.
"Let's go, Y/N..."