Lost in Space - RATED MA

CHAPTER ONE

Saturday | 12:45 AM
"Come home with me!" He said over the loud music in the club with his Irish accent. "Just get out of this noise with me."

He looked super serious, and that made Denver feel a little nervous. He didn't even know her name, and he had barely introduced himself. The lights were dim and she could only get glimpses of his face in the blue and green disco lights in the club. Denver had never been the type of girl to get drunk and go home with a random man at a bar.

"I don't know..." Denver said while looking around for Kendall, her cousin.

"Let's go!" He said sternly, grabbing Denver's left wrist and turning her around while gently pushing her toward the doors at the side of the club.

Denver tried to push away and tell him she needed to tell her cousin she was leaving, hoping it would give her a chance to lose him, but he held tight to her shoulder and hand. As he walked her out of the club, the bouncer told them to have a good night.

Down the street, only a few hundred feet, Denver saw a car running with someone sitting in the driver's seat. When the driver saw them coming down the sidewalk, he got out and opened the back door, like a chauffeur. There was only one problem: He had a gun in his hand.

As the man from the club looked around to see if anyone was looking, he attempted to usher her into the car.

"Who are you?" Denver's question was met with a firmer grip on her bicep.

"Don't say a word and you will be just fine." The man from the club said. He had briefly introduced himself as Oliver in the club and had now lost his Irish accent and replaced it with a thick New York accent.

There were three people here: the driver, the man from the club in the passenger seat, and a blonde woman in the backseat. Before she knew it she was in the backseat and her hands were being tied in her lap by the woman in the backseat. Initially, Denver tried to fight against the woman trying to tie her hands, but Oliver grabbed her arm and injected her with a thick liquid that made the world quickly go black.

Saturday | 1:15 AM
Have you seen Denver?" Kendall asked the bartender, who she knew from high school.

"No, I haven't, and she hasn't paid her tab yet," Oscar, the bartender replied.

Kendall had been checking all over the club for the last fifteen minutes, trying to find Denver in the sea of people on the dance floor. She checked the bathrooms multiple times and went outside to try calling her. Kendall talked to the bouncer at the main entrance before going inside to talk to Oscar, but the bouncer said he hadn't seen anyone who matched her description.

"What was she wearing?" Oscar asked Kendall, "I'll call my manager over the radio. Maybe they can have the DJ make an announcement."

"She's wearing a blue sequin dress that goes to about the knee. Her hair is curled and shoulder-length," Kendall reported, "and she has a silver pair of heels on."

Oscar went to the back of the bar and picked up a walkie. He made the report to his manager and came back to Kendall. Kendall's head was spinning at this point, as the stress of the night started sobering her. The gravity of what could have happened to Denver stressed her out, and she had a feeling in her gut that she wasn't in the club anymore. Kendall saw Denver dancing with a tall man but didn't get a good look at him, and didn't see him anywhere either.

"Where are you? I'm looking everywhere for you?" Kendall texted Denver. "If you left with that guy just let me know. I'm worried about you."

No response.