Chapter Tenty- nine

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TW!!!: Mentions of Rape, torture, homphobia, and just sensitive content. If you want to skip everything, I just said you can, but I recommend reading the last couple of sentences.

Emily's Pov:

Right when I was about to kiss Jenny, the safety clip of a gun was being clicked.

Fuck, I thought.

I'm seriously going to die without one kiss from Jennifer.

"Get up," a heavy-low toned voice called out.

"I said get up!" He said, getting more angry.

"We're coming! Jeez, can't you wait?" Jenny said.

"People like you ruin the world! You deserve nothing!" The man yelled.

Me and Jenny stood in front of him, both shaking.

Our fingers were interlocked so we both tried our best to calm one another.

"Get in the car, or the blonde dies." The man said, getting behind me and putting the gun to my back.

I obeyed.

I wasn't going to let my dear Jenny die because I didn't listen to some homphobic man who can't keep a girl.

"Wait! Take me instead! Please." I heard Jenny say.

"Jenny, what are you doing?"

"Take me. Let her go, and take me."

"No." I said.

The man was contemplating whether or not to take her or me.

He ended up taking both of us.

Great.

He threw us into the back of a van and smelt like a mixture of vinegar and bleach.

It smelt horrid.

"You could've just let me go alone." I said.

"I'm not splitting up."

"You could've gone back to the station."

"I know, but if I had, he would've killed you then me."

"No, he wasn't."

"Yes, he was."

"How do you know?"

"There was a red laser on the back of your head."

Well shit.

"They would've killed both of us. I had to stall."

The van came to a stopping point.

Two men appeared with gas masks. They both had spray bottles in hand.

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JJ's Pov:

The last thing I remember before waking up on a cold concrete floor in a room that smelt like straight-up bleach. Was Emily and me in a van.

Shit Emily.

Where is Emily?

"Emily?" I said in a low, raspy voice.

God, my throat hurts.

"Emily?!" I said more panicky.

"Emily!" I finally yelled.

I got no response.

5 minutes later, I heard footsteps.

"Well, good morning there, beautiful." The man from across the street said.

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