CHAPTER TEN: NIGHTMARES
Cindy's POV
"Where am I, where am I?” I screamed aloud hoping that someone might help me. I remembered nothing but the truck and saying goodbye to my friend — then it was dark, no light for me to see. I heard the lock turn and I stood up from the small crammed room that had nothing in it but the cold concrete floor.
A tall white man appeared from the door, he was muscular and very well built and he was hairy and unshaven. His clothes looked like rags and when he smiled; his teeth were yellow, as though it had not been brushed in years.
"Well, well, look what we've got here?” He clasped both his hands together, made his way towards me and I moved back, way from him. Another loud laugh escaped from him.
"You're a tough one I see. I'm not going to beg you so I'm just going to take what I want from you”