Wanted (finished)

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"wake up dareling" the words were soft and intriguing. "now" another man had spoken his tone was rougher and I could tell he was becoming inpatient . I sat up too scared to yawn or rub my eyes. I would not show weakness I would not cry. I felt my eyes wetted . I grind my teeth so hard to hold tears back. Then the sensation faded. Finally lifting my head up I saw my captors. Almost, sadly I did not know them , I had no leverage . They had the upper hand . The one who had spoken first was blonde his eyes a forestry green . He looked at me a bit of sorrow hidden behind his almost lifeless face . the other man who had spoke looked older maybe 37 or so , clearly he did not attend college. He was too busy kidnapping girls . Black hair , black eyes, black hearted. I smiled to myself , I had always been a good writter. "what are you smiling at?" the second man spoke . Unlike the rest the last man he was young , my age , 14. He looked somewhat like the first man, maybe brothers. Drifting out of my trance I replied with a short angered voice " nothing"

" hmmmmm that's what I thought" he smirked. "I'm John " bad name too i thought. Pointing to the older blond he introduced him as Alex . Then the younger as storm. He nodded at his friends as to dismiss them . "wait" I said loudly . "why am I here?" John answers " because now you ours and we need you , to get.... Revenge , and beacuse we also wanted you" I started to scream. " therez no one here to get you" John walked off . Slowly following came Alex.

Storm. I whisperd under my breath . " If your asking , I can't do anything about it" his voice was low and face all bruised up . Looking at him he seemed like a nice guy. But he was not he was my captor. but, also my only way out. Standing up I walked over to him . Standing too close to him for my own pleasure I wrapped my arm around his chest . "your my type of man" I whisperd petting his shoulders. Standing back he slapped me away . "do you think I am weak?" my hand hurt " I'm not your toy" he screeched " your mine!" slapping me again he whisperd in my ear softly " your not my type of girl" leaving me bleeding on the floor he walked out and i began to cry. His words echoed through my head "your mine" I shivered .