Force yourself up

From Create Your Own Story

Your faculties slowly come back to you, one by one. You can feel yourself lying face-down on the cold floor of the car. Your head pounds and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. Gradually you open your eyes, only to be greeted by the interior of the car shaking and swirling in your vision. You are finally able to find you balance and push yourself up onto your knees, though it does take some time.

"Oh ho ho!" shouts one of the foreigners, rubbing his hands together. "She rises at last!" The other one grins at you with a wolfish smile. "I thought you'd be out for the rest of the ride, pretty. But while you're up, look at this."

He shows you what appears to be your phone. Of course, Will knows the password to your mobile for safety reasons. He must have shared it with your kidnappers. What you see on the screen is your twitter page where you have millions of followers. The man has posted a picture from your photo roll. To your horror, it is a nude picture you once shared with your boyfriend of your breasts. Your face is clearly visible. It already has tens of thousands of retweets. The post reads "Just been kidnapped by IBIS. Can't wait to suck immigrant dick!"

The men laugh at you as you struggle to process the imagine you've just seen. "Lets treat the fans to another one, huh? What about this picture here?" He shows you another picture of you bent over your bed, your holes on display. "And lets put... can't wait for these terrorists to fuck my fat white ass..."

Your mind struggles to function. You can't even speak.

Your hands ball into fists. Before you even know what's happened, you've hurt someone.

This is too much. You can't hold back the tears.

Status
Health	Healthy	Condition: Sore, but alive
Mental State	Shocked
Day	0