Creative Writing: The Cold War

I was screaming, and calling multiple times. A call that wasn’t friendly or excited, it was a call of me in distress, high pitched calls. I was captured, by a random man and a random woman I had never seen before. I honestly believed they were going to be new friends, but no they are very cruel people. I been dangling for a long while, and nothing but pain, and stress was flooding my mind. I was dangling between two trees, a rope tied around my ankle. I was in serious pain, I felt as my ankle and foot were turning blue or purplish. It was very painful to be hanging from this rope, it just brought back terrifying memories with ropes I have had in the past. I tried not to think of those, that was definitely not a good decision right now. There

I could see Sophie retreating from what she was about to do. I think they heard my cries, and came out. They looked like they were ready to go to war, bullets strapped across their chest. The woman took her gun, and put it to my head. I shrieked, again. I didn’t like the feeling of having that rifle on my head, i didn’t like what I was being put through. I looked towards Sophie’s direction hoping for some kind of help, I was scared deeply. I needed her to save me. I wondered, Sophie why are you sitting there? Please come save me. They laughed as they saw me in fear. I guess the man thought it was his turn with having fun, so he took a knife and jabbed it straight into my hand. The pain caused me to shoot my hand right onto my mouth. I didn’t want to be put through this, I desperately needed Sophie to take action. I was in fear, pain, and confusion. But why, as there was fear, there was confusion. Why are they doing this to me? I was weak, so weak I couldn’t even curl myself into the ball position I wanted to be in. I attempted to, but failed. I’ve spent hours on this rope, I was weak, very weak. Sitting there, the two were chatting over. Sophie was still there, I could feel her

What was she doing? I hoped she wouldn’t see Sophie. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but fear was growing constantly. I thought she was going to cut my foot off, I don’t even know what my reaction would’ve been. I fell. Not onto the ground but into the man’s chest. I wanted comfort, I reached my arms out, I wanted to be held. He gave out a little shriek, and there I was on the dirty ground, he dropped me. I still had the rope clenched me in my hand. He gave the woman the rope, and there I was being dragged, flailing, standing on one free hand I had. Now they walked back the direction they walked out to get me from. I was being dragged from behind, scrambling, on my back. My face was filling with mud and dirt, as I kept trying to resist turning around, I was crying. I wasn’t enjoying what I was going through. But they seemed like they did, they were laughing at my pain, enjoying it. I miss living peaceful with Sophie in the sanctuary, I did not want to be here. I was bumping behind the woman holding the rope. I was not comfortable, I was not liking what I was being put through. I wanted to be held, I wanted to have comfort again. This is not what I wanted, not at