"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

Chapter 1: Blackness.A feint glow emanated through the tiny gaps of my curtain that didn't fully cover my window. The soft orange radiance of dawn, quietly sneaked its way into my room, onto my bed, and slowly grasping me in it's warmth, as if it were gently prodding me awake. I roll over in bed, trying my hardest to ignore my senses, telling me it's time to wake up. My brain fights hard against my rationality to stay asleep, an effect from all the sleeping pills I took the night prior. I feel as if I am in a battle between myself, and my willpower. Finally, I urge myself awake with every ounce of will I have, and sit up. I grab my cell phone eagerly. My phone reads 8:10 am. As I see no new notification for messages, I instantly become somber. No news, at all? Not one lead as to the whereabouts of my daughter after 3 weeks? The search has been going on relentlessly, on a daily basis, since Annabelle's dis-appearance, yet progress on her missing person had been going as slow as a snail waiting in line at the DMV. The police knew nothing. The search parties had still found nothing. Instantly I found myself get back to worrying. What if she was.... I have shut my mind, off, to change the subject, anything to keep myself from thinking about... What could have happened. I had to believe that she was alive, and well. I had to believe that she had just run away, and will come home soon, and forgive me for the fight we had gotten in a couple days prior to her going missing. That's what it had to be. She was just an emotional teenager, acting in accordance with her feelings. I had to believe it... Or else I don't what will happen to me. I wearily rub sleep out of my eyes, as I decide how to best spend my day. I can't go into work, my boss gave me paid leave saying that I was too emotionally invested in what was going on right now to be able to focus at work. He didn't realize though, that I wanted to work. To do anything, to distract my mind from this. I spend every day checking in with the police, to see if they had found any new leads. Every day, was the same result. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. But today... Today is a new day. Surely they had to have come across something by now... I take a shower, get dressed, and get ready to head down to the police station. Just as I am heading out of the door, my phone rings. I pull out my phone eagerly, to see that it's the San Antonio Sherrifs department. I answer on the second ring. "Hello?" The answer is prompt, and authoritative, a male voice, low and pitched, but smooth sounding. "Is Daniel Rose available?" "This is him." I reply, excitedly. "This is Sergeant Ross, of the San Antonio sherrifs department. Were calling because we have a lead on your daughter, Annabelle." My heart drops at the sound of my daughters name. "We found the print of someone by the name of Daniel Bennett. Are investigators are already working on tracking him down. We estimate that we should have him in custody for questioning in less than 6 hours." For the first time, I feel hope, but also scared. Who is this Daniel Bennett? What could he have done to my daughter? And lastly, what could I do about anything? The heart sinking feeling of hopelessness entered my brain, as I realized just how useless I was. I would have to wait for the police to do their job. I hung up the phone, and stick the keys back in my pocket, that I had just been fumbling with. And now, back to the waiting game. ------"PLEASE! Leave me alone!" She screams, panting, sweating, out of breath. Annabelle stumbled around in the dark more, feeling her way against the walls. She knows someone's there, watching her. She has heard the scuffling of feet, and the deep audible breaths coming every few seconds. Yet, she could see nothing, but pure blackness. Annabelle had never been so scared in her life. She was, cold, naked, and exhausted. She woke up 10 minutes ago, crying from fright, and loneliness. But after wondering around helplessly, she had realized that she was completely lost. She first heard the noise a few feet away from her, instantly causing her to get up and run in the opposite direction, letting loose a scream first. Wherever she was, she assumed it was indoors, though it was big. She had just barely found the walls of wherever the hell she was.Annabelle continued to scale against the wall, hoping to find a opening. One shaking arm covered her chest, while the other felt along the wall. It was pitch black, yet Annabelle still felt eyes on her, watching her somehow. Then it was there again, another soft exhale, this time maybe only a meter away. Annabelle screamed again, and starting running again continuing in the direction she was already going. Instantly, footsteps quickened behind her as she moved. She ran another 6 yards, and felt herself smash hard into the adjacent wall, where the other one met into a corner. Instantly pain flooded her arm, as she shrieked. She hadn't meant to run straight into a wall. As soon as she stopped, so did the footsteps. Annabelle could taste the tears streaming from her eyes as she sobbed. "Please... Please..." Though she pleaded, she knew she might as well been preaching to a wall. Who ever had put her here, had done it on purpose. She had no idea what was going to happen to her, but she knew it would be sinister. Her environment was completely terrifying. A slight draft of air caught her scent, something that was familiar to her. Blood. The iron like smell of blood got stronger, as she figured out what it was. Annabelle got up and stumbled away another few steps, clutching her injured arm. As she expected in correspondence, two steps could faintly be heard walking in her direction, then stopping. She could hear another soft exhale.Then Annabelle realized, that she needed to stop making so much noise. She attempted to stop herself from shaking, but to no avail. She could at least make her footsteps quieter, though every noise seemed to echo in- Wherever she was.This time quietly, Annabelle back away, practically tip toeing.She moved a good 10 meters away, until she felt the hard wall against her back once again. This time, she heard no footsteps in pursuit of her. It's working, she thought.She turned, ready to go further away from the last location she heard the steps, and breathing. She took one step, then two, then three... She bumped into something... Flesh.Annabelle Screamed, but she was too late. Two hands reached and grabbed her, one gripping her by the hair, the other by the arm. Annabelle screamed in agony and attempted pulling away. She managed to slip out of the hand clenching her arm, but the hand tangled in her hair stayed firm. She screamed as her scalp pulled hard, away from the hand. But whoever it was, didn't let go. Instead, with the one hand gripping Annabelle's hair, he thrust her downward, forcing her to a knee.Annabelle screamed and sobbed uncontrollably in pain, and fear. Pure, raw fear, was coursing through her. Such a fear she had never experienced. One of complete desperation, hopelessness, and instability. The free hand hit her hard in the back forcing her to lie face flat on the ground, her cheek spattering blood against the stone floor. As she screamed and struggled helplessly, she felt the being above her tremble, and heard the breathing quicken. The trembling was not that of fright though, she could tell. It was one of excitement, of anticipation. Then she was forced onto her back. A bright light suddenly blinded her, and she had to squint. When her eyes finally adjusted, she found herself staring into the face of a horned beast, with a man's body. She screamed, not realizing that it was just a mask he was wearing. It didn't matter. It didn't stop her from being thrust inside like a rag doll. Eventually Annabelle stopped struggling. She wasn't dead yet, but she might as well have been. She went numb, solemn, and lifeless, defeat long accepted.