Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
We entered the gym, and the lights shut off. Someone let out a horrible scream from the opposite side of the room, and then I felt hands grabbing my waist. I screamed and kicked, but whoever had grabbed me was much stronger. The wind was pushed out of my lungs as they hauled me over their shoulder and rushed into the high school locker room.
It was too dark to see who or what was carrying me. They carried me easily, no matter how hard I thrashed or pounded my fists on their back. The locker room lights flickered, making me dizzy as my fear swirled through me. I watched helplessly as the lockers and benches were passed, and my captor carried me into the shower stalls. Their fingers dug into my thighs as I dropped me from their shoulder to the shower floor. I tried to scramble up to my feet, but a high-heeled boot planted itself in my chest, and a feminine voice said, “I don’t think so bitch.”
