Held Captive

Date: 12/8/2017

I was at work and a gorgeous man came in, I instantly fancied him. Things took a turn when he suddenly told me if I ran or screamed he would blow the whole place up. The fire alarm sounded and I tried to hide from him but he found me. I think weeks went by and we were traveling all over, he was really into drugs and porn, he’d make me do horrid sexual acts with him and his friends. Everywhere we went I’d try look at people with help me eyes, at one point I even mouthed HELP ME to a police man as my captor made me kiss him on the cheek, he didn’t react though. One part he handed me a memory stick to download loads of porn onto it, another bit he tied me up ready to do anal. I never got away in my dream, but I was in a club and my school friends were there and I told them and he quickly whisked me off and beat me. At some points I almost felt safe with him, we shared a bed and would say I love you to each other, he’d comfort me when I had a nightmare and tickled my hand to help me get to sleep. It was a really strange relationship. Although I hated it with him it almost seemed like I’d accepted what my life was, and went along with it to make it easier.