Very nice Silke....what I noticed about your story is that your paragraphs are very long. The last paragraph could be split into several differnt paragraphs....


"Bulldog 2 pressed a button on a remote control attached to a set of keys and a black mini van with tinted windows beeped a friendly welcome, the indicators flashing once to lead the way. Where did they take me? Adrenaline rushed through my body and I felt the panic rise from the pit of my stomach and tried to break away from my captors, opening my mouth to scream. But I never got that far.

The blonde Mr. Irongrip pulled me tight and covered my mouth with his giant, rough right hand, lifted me off the floor and closed the distance to the van with a few swift steps, completely unimpressed by my kicking and squirming and the muffled moans that I managed to get out.

His black haired twin had slid open the side door of the van and I was shoved in brutally, hitting the floor so hard that the air was knocked out of me for a moment. I felt dizzy and tried to fight through the fog that clouded my mind instantly and threatened to drag me into the dark, when I felt someone jerking my hands back and holding them together behind me, locking cuffs around my wrists with a series of metallic clicks that made the hair on my forearms stand up. The sharp jolt of pain from the metal cutting into me brought me fully back to conciousness and I opened my mouth to scream as a damp and foul smelling cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth.

The last words I heard before the darkness wrapped around me were spoken in a mocking, silky deep voice: “Why did you have to make it so hard on yourself, bitch? We’d have treated you like a lady but it seems like you prefer it rough. And we like rough, don’t we, Sid?”

From the distance, as the interior of the van faded from my sight, I heard cruel and sadistic laughter that followed me into the nightmares I fell into..."

I'll send you another assignment.