Adopted By Iggy Azalea 2

Now you know me....?

*Libby's POV*

I scream uncontrollably as no face was revealed. It was a mask.
"WHERE AM I!" I yell with tears pouring down my face.
He began to start up a Skype call. It was with a group of men all in similar dark places, some had a victim with them too!
"I got a famous girl!" The masked person growls.
A few clap and one says: "good job!"
"YOU SAY IT LIKE IM SOME SORT OF PRIZED STEAK!" I yell!
I feel my ropes that kept my hands tied become loose... I slowly wriggle them off and begin to undo the ropes around my ankles, praying that he wouldn't turn around. I shake the ropes off and get up silently.
I begin to run.
I see a lift and I run in.
The doors wouldn't shut!!
I began to panic, pressing all the buttons! The huge being began to run towards the doors!
"HELP! HELP!" I yell as he neared me at a very fast pace!
The doors were shutting!
He slipped in sideways!
"DONT HURT ME!" I cry, fearing for my life!
"Why would I hurt you?" He said grabbing my wrists, making my wince as he held my bleeding cuts!
The lift stopped moving.
"W-what happened?" I say quietly.
"It's just you and me!" The voice says.
His voice was deep and scratchy.
"Take off the mask!" I yell bravely!
"No." He replied stubbornly, before beating me in the ribs with a large object, of which, I wasn't sure.
I grabbed my side and groaned in pain as I felt blood pouring out.
"Why?" I say crying!
"Cuz it's fun!" He says evilly.
My sight becomes blurry.
He begins to remove the mask.
"WHO ARE YOU?" I yell before passing out.

*Iggy's POV*

"WHY CANT YOU TRACK THE CALL?" I yell frantically at the police officers!
"Because he used Skype on a computer!" One replied!
I got another FaceTime call. I press the record button before answering.
They were in a lift that wasn't moving.
Libby was passed out on the floor, holding her side that was pouring with blood!
"LIBBY MY DARLING STAY WITH ME!" I yell crying so hard!
A huge combat boot suddenly kicks her in the face making me scream! Nick grabbed my shoulders and held me tight, though I could tell he was shocked too!
A huge, masked face appeared on the screen, making me jump!
"Meet me in the alleyway ALONE and bring 10k or the kid dies.." He ordered in a deep, growling voice.
He began to laugh in an obnoxious way! He laughed so hard, his mask flipped up slightly, revealing the bottom half of his face!
He realised what happened and hung up immediately!
I stopped recording and showed police the tape.
I paused at the exact moment the mask flipped up!
The bearded chin was revealed and you could see some of his eyes! They were brown!
"This is good!" The chief police officer said clapping his hands together and rubbing them, as if he was ready for anything!
I got another call and pressed record before answering, once again.
I see Libby, still passed out, with her hands tied above her head and the rest of her body just limply standing. She had blood trickling down her arms and face and big bruises were forming on her face.
"My baby!" I whimper.
"If you show anyone what you saw of my face, the kid gets hurt.... More than ever." The voice said, before hanging up.
"I'm getting a location!" One of the technicians exclaim! "They're at an abandoned office tower on City Road! Hurry!" He yells!
The police officers all run out the house and get into their cars. I see a huge SWAT van reverse quickly out my drive too.
A couple of police officers stayed behind to comfort us.
I hear a little wail come from upstairs!
"Kory! Oh my goodness! I forgot!" I say running upstairs!
I picked up my little boy and rocked him in my arms.
I gave him a big kiss on the cheek and carried him downstairs.
"How's my little baby?" Nick asked, taking him from my arms.

I paced up and down room, fearing for my little girl, waiting for the phone to ring!
I checked my voicemail and I had one message:
"MOM! MOM HELP ME!! HELP!" I hear Libby's voice yell.
she's crying, then suddenly theres a loud BANG!
"LIBBY!!!!" I scream.
All the crying stops.
I hear the familiar, disturbing, eerie laugh that sends chills down my spine before the call drops.
"Is she dead?" I mumble to myself.