After a tiring day, I had barely crashed for the night when I suddenly woke up to the feeling of being pulled out, and before I could scream a hand gagged across my mouth; thus, with me struggling helplessly, something or someone much stronger than I, yanked me off my bed and dragged me outside my room through the corridor with me barely managing a muffled plea to my mother to call the police as we passed her room...which I wasn't sure she even heard and I found myself being dragged to the backyard of our house, the identity of my kidnapper a mystery with me barely able to see him in the dark even though moon-lit night.

With his hands almost biting into my sensitive skin, the kidnapper shut me up with a gruffy yet somewhat familiar accented 'shut up you bitch and stay still' when I tried struggling, and tied both my wrists together behind my back and started pulling me...where had I heard that voice before, I wondered to myself not able to pin-point exactly, but, he seemed familiar ~ at least that voice; he had several layers on, and masked, concealing his identity.

I noticed, he was taking me towards the back of our house where there was a low boundary wall that stood at foot of a hill, and once we reached the spot, he started shoving me up the wall until we were out of our compound and stood on the other side on that hill; he kept dragging me ignoring my 'where are you taking me, why are you doing this,' cries.

I knew that hill was quite isolated, full of foliage...but at the far end of it was a temple and if he took me further near that temple perhaps someone would hear me, I thought; but he stopped suddenly...right in middle of his tracks, with me nearly colliding with his body - it was so familiar...was it him, I thought, no, it couldn't be, he had left long ago... forever.

But my wildest fears came true, no wonder that accent sounded so familiar as I watched him removed his mask - it was him after all... after so many years, I couldnot believe my eyes...even in the dark his features were prominent; he had changed though, gotten more bulkier somehow - 'remember me', he asked, and I could only nod - he was my ex, who had left me all of a sudden years ago, to join some mysterious cult never to return.

So, why was he back...and why did he abduct me from my own house... and, as though reading my thoughts, he slowly drawled in that accent - 'to sacrifice you, you bitch'.

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