Kidnapped (Book 1)

Chapter One: New Orleans Police Department

New Orleans Police Department:

Saturday, June 8, 2014. 11:17 p.m.

Detective Kevin Carlton's POV

The bull pin was loud as usual but I wasn't the only one not talking. The case that I was working on was chilling and it took everything I had to stick with it.

What am I working on you might ask. Well I'm working on a kidnapping case. Hannah Young, Mary Katrin, and Carley Stone have all been kidnapped an it's my job to find them.

"Hey, Carlton?" A fellow detective named Alexander Reiser asks.

"Yeah, what's up?" I ask while walking over to my desk near the center of the bull pin.

"We've got a call about another rich girl going missing and something about a 40,000 dollar ransom." Reiser says while looking through his file folder.

"Let's go check it out then." I say and he nods before grabbing his keys.

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Saturday, June 15, 2014, 6:58 a.m. Somewhere in the swamp outside of New Orleans.

Third Person POV

She screamed after being thrown down the steps and into a small cellar. There was a laugh from one of the men that had thrown her down into the cellar.

"Fucking bastards." She curses as the doors to the cellar close. She slowly stood up a few more curse words slipping from her mouth.

"You ok?" A girl asks from within the shadows.

"Fuck!" The girl who had been thrown down the steps says. The other girl had scared her.

"Obviously not, I'm Hannah." The second girl says while stepping out of the shadows.

"Your... That girl that went missing a week ago...!" The first girl says and Hannah nods with a glance into the shadows.

"What?" The first girl asks curiosity flaring up within her.

"Mary...?" Was all Hannah said.

"My name isn't Mary, it's Clare." The first girl says while pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

"I'm Mary." A third girl says. Her voice hinted that she was from New Orleans and when she stepped into the light it was still hard to make out what she looked like. Due to the fact that her black skin was dirty from the bad conditions of the cellar.

"Oh..." Clare says while looking from Hannah, a girl with blondish hair and Mary a black girl with blonde hair.

"There's only four of us but it might be best to fight them off." A girl with black hair says while coming out into the light. "I'm Carley by the way." She adds.

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Saturday, June 15, 2014, 7:37a.m. An apartment in New Orleans.

Third Person POV

He sat back towards the wall as he continuously tried to fix the crooked table. His OCD kicking in and forcing his hand to fix it.

There was a knock on the apartment door and his OCD stopped for a brief moment and he stood and walked towards the door. He opened it without looking through the peephole.

"Your one minute and forty-five seconds late." He says to the two men in front of him.

"Sorry, Gabriel." The blonde one says while walking in. Followed by a man with dark hair.

"We got caught up with the newest one." The one with dark hair states his eyes darker than night remembering the incident.

"Ah, is she God-fearing?" Gabriel asks the answer had to be no. He wanted it to be no so she could be his favorite.

"No, none of them are." The blonde one says his non-attachment to the four girls astonishing.

"Good. That's good. Now tell me, Luke, why did you pick her?" Gabriel asks the one with dark hair.

"Her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes. I think you'll enjoy seeing them in pain." Luke says his eyes regaining their normal hazel color. They show a look of extreme lust and perhaps enjoyment as he plays back the girls capture.

"How long until I receive the first girl, Chase?" Gabriel asks the blonde haired man.

"Soon, perhaps in a few hours depending on where the cops are." Chase says nodding while thinking about the police that can't catch them.

"Good, because I'm losing control of the beast." Gabriel says and the two men leave knowing their time in New Orleans will end in a week or so.