Chapter One
THE KIDNAPPING
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"This weekend is going to rock," My best friend -and crush-, Lacey, exclaimed. "I even got a chocolate fountain!"
"Oh, Lacey. You know I don't like chocolate." I grinned at her. She paused and frowned. "JUST KIDDING!" I yelled.
Her look of sadness faded away and she slapped my arm, playfully.
"I hate you!" She said.
"You love me," I said, leaning in for a kiss. We were pretty close, you may say?
She leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine. We parted to take a breath. "Huh," She sighed.
I pulled her into another kiss.
"Get a room!" I heard the familiar voice of Brandon, our other friend. And no, not a friend with benefits.
"Finally, babe." Said Lacey.
"Uh, what?" I asked. Lacey only called me babe. And I was expecting for her to ask me out today so we can be open about our relationship. Brandon was the only one who knew about our relationship. At least I thought it was a relationship.
She ran up to Brandon and kissed him. Why would she do this?
I gasped. Tears welled in my eyes.
"I..." I said. "I thought..."
"You thought what, baby?" She asked.
I blinked hard so tears wouldn't flow, "don't call me that."
"You thought I liked you?" She laughed. "I like your body, but honestly you're too much of a stupid bitch for me to like you."
This all made no sense...
"I'm her boyfriend." He stepped up to me. "Just because you guys kiss sometimes doesn't matter. She's mine." What kind of boyfriend is that?
I stepped back. "Okay. Well I'm done with this. This shit escalated too quickly." I pinched my nose and walked into the forest that was behind the parking lot.
I kept walking and when I knew I was far enough I dropped to the ground in tears.
Soon enough, I cried myself to sleep.
...
When I woke up, my neck was sore and I felt rope on my flesh.
I wriggled and found that I was stuck.
Rope was tied all around me and I said. "What?" At least I tried to.
My mouth was duct taped shut.
"She's awake." A male voice said.
I struggled and i couldn't see anything.
I heard a keyboard, and a click of a mouse.
I heard the male voice again.
"Hello, everyone. We have found our guest. What is your name, guest?" He asked me.
Someone ripped off the duct tape and I gasped, too scared to scream.
"What is your name guest?" He asked again.
"Annie," I muttered.
"Louder, Guest." The man warned.
"ANNIE!" I screamed.
He laughed. "Annie, everyone."
"Now, as you all know, she will not be going home tonight. The highest bidder will get to choose her slow, and painful death."
I gasped and struggled more. I got one hand free. It was hard to do this without being able to see.
Someone ripped something off of my head, and I realized it was a black bag. That's why I couldn't see.
I looked around the room and it was very dim.
I didn't see the guy that ripped off the bag, I only saw a Webcam, the male, and a computer. It seemed like it was on a chat, and everyone seemed to be talking at once.
The Webcam was facing me.
I slowly got the other hand free and worked on my feet. I tried to bend over, but realized rope was wrapped around my neck and stomach.
I cursed under my breath and slowly brought my hands to my neck.
A warm hand grabbed onto my wrist and I heard chuckling right next to my ear. His breath stank of cigarettes.
"I don't think so, sweetie." He said.
He tied my hands back together and I sighed in defeat. I had to find a way to distract them, and get out of here...
I looked at the male at the computer and wondered how long it would take for there to be a highest bidder.
I drew in a shaky breath and closed my eyes.
I could hardly think, but I had to try.
I had to live.
I screamed.
"I can't feel anything, I tried to move but I can't." I yelled. I acted like I was paralyzed so maybe they could untie the rope.
"Wiggle your fingers." A man ordered.
I pretended to try, and let out a fake cry of frustration.
"She's paralyzed, dude." One guy said.
"Ya think we shoulda let the ropes be looser? What if the highest bidder wants her to move?" Another guy said.
"I tried to move, but I can't." I started sobbing.
"Fine. Let her sit on the table, until she can move. Keep an eye on her."
I felt a rush of excitement.
They untied me and picked me up, bridal style and laid me down on a table.
"Rest up," one said.
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edited november 29, 2016
