Taken

Alice awoke in darkness, her wrists bound to the cold metal of the bed frame. She squinted into the shadows, her eyes slowly adjusting to her surroundings. She could make out a single window to her right, but it was curtains were drawn. She couldn't see anything outside, only a dim light that crept in from the outside world.

Alice thrashed her legs against the sheets, her mind racing with questions: Where am I? What is happening? Who brought me here?

The night outside was silent, only the sound of her breath filling the room. But then, through the shadows, Alice heard a noise that sent a chill down her spine: the sound of voices, muffled and whispering excitedly, coming from the next room.

Alice strained to listen, trying to make out any words that she recognized. All she could hear were snippets of conversation, and yet it was enough to terrify her.

"Beautiful…", one of them said, "She'll be perfect…"

Alice realized with a jolt of fear that they were talking about her. She was their victim, and they were planning something terrible.

Tears of fear ran down her cheeks as she realized the extent of her predicament. She was alone and helpless; there was no one to help her. She pulled against her restraints, **** to escape, but she only succeeded in hurting her wrists further.

Suddenly, the voices from the next room stopped, and Alice heard the distinct sound of metal on metal. Her captors had brought something into the room.

The door opened and three figures stepped into the room. Alice saw flashes of metal in the darkness and realized with a jolt of horror that they had brought in a pair of scissors.

The figures moved towards her, and she felt their hands on her body. They moved with practiced efficiency, cutting through her clothes with sharp snips of the scissors. Within minutes, Alice was completely nude.

One of the figures stepped forward and placed a gag in her mouth, muffling her screams. The other two moved to either side of the bed, each with a camera in their hands. For the next few minutes, they photographed her naked and defenceless body, their flashes momentarily blinding her.

When they were done, the figures stepped away and the door opened and closed.

Alice lay there, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what would come next, but she knew she had to remain strong. She had to find a way to survive this nightmare.