"Stop squirming, you brat!" They punch my stomach hard. It hurt so much, that I curled up like a fetus in the womb. They went to the building and came in to one of the rooms. There is some furniture inside, maybe they were left behind after the asylum closed. They threw me to the ground without care. Even aching, I scrambled away, but they laughed at me as if I'm a mouse that is being played by the cats for entertainment.
"So, what should we do with her?" asked one. I went to the corner, silently crying and praying for help. A man who was near to me sneered when he saw what I was doing.
"Are you praying for help, young miss? Too bad, no one will know what will happen to you, but I will give you one last chance. Call someone... The one you think will help you."
They untied me and remove the gag on my mouth. They gave me my phone. I looked at them trembling in fear.
One man turns to me with a raised eyebrow. "What are you waiting for? Are you not going to call someone or you resigned to your fate?"
With a shaking hands, I clasp my phone and call my mom's number. Tears never cease to stop. "Mom, p-pick up..." I uttered.