Sweet and Pyscho

Chapter One

It was the beginning of fall, a beautiful slim figure sat against a gray stone fireplace. Dark brown hair swept against her lower back tracing her waist. She held a wine glass in her hand and sipped it slowly, red wine. The woman stood up and began to walk around all the surrounding people, she was at a rager. Although she had chosen to arrive she did not want to be there. Everyone was too loud for her and she couldn't hear her own thoughts. "Sofie! Come dance with me." her drunk friend yelled out. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the short blonde, who was dancing like she was the only girl in the room. Sofie frowned at her knowing that she would have to help her get home and be on throw up duty. Though she wanted to have fun still, she put a fake smile on her face and began to dance. The music blasted with all sorts of different genres; pop, rap, classical. "I think we should head out, Charlie," Sofie suggested to her friend. Charlie, short for Charlotte, grinned and started to run away from Sofie through the party. The women were both running, at least trying too. Charlotte was more so stumbling in her heels. As Sofie took a turn into the kitchen she lost sight of her drunk and mischievous friend. At this point she decided it would just be best to call an uber for the two. Sofie walked over toward the island with an assortment of alcohol. It had many different brands of beer and a ton of wine. There were shots galore, Sofie poured herself one. As she brought the drink to her soft and textured lips she realized she should just relax and have fun. That first shot turned into another, which turned into another. Within the next hour Sofie had taken five shots of vodka. She was buzzed. She walked around the rager telling everybody she was a princess and that she was looking for her charming prince. "Hello princess, what is your name beautiful?" a tall, at least six foot stranger spoke from behind her. Sofie turned around almost slipping from beneath her own feet, "I am princess Sofie" she responded while smirking. "Well princess Sofie, could I get you another drink?" he asked. She nodded, he took her hand in his and led her toward the kitchen. "What is your name, tall stranger?" Sofie asked in return. "We will get to that later, don't you worry." This should have been her first sign of trouble. She was too drunk to notice anything off about this handsome man. He poured her a sixth shot and placed it on the island. After about five minutes from the time Sofie took the shot she started to feel woozy and unstable. Her vision was going in and out, blurring every second she stood. "I need to sit down," she said. "Are you okay? How about I take you home." He told her. She nodded in agreement as she trailed behind him out the door. She entirely forgot about her best friend Charlotte inside. Whatever even happened to her, it is like she disappeared after running from Sofie. The man brought Sofie to his black convertible which had tinted windows and four seats. "Get in the back and I will drive," he spoke to her. He opened the door for her and helped her get buckled in tightly. This is the part that gets foggy for her, she doesn't remember much of what happened after this. All she knows is where she is now. The man drove off with her. "You need my address." Sofie said to him. He didn' respond. "I said you need my address," she said once more. Again, no answer. He passed Sofie's house, she started to worry. "Where are you taking me?" she said concerned for her safety. "I'm taking you where I need you, Sofie Moore." How does he know my full name? She thought. They stopped in a halt at an abandoned garage. "Get out," he demanded. Sofie listened because she didn't know what he was capable of. She was scared, not only for herself now, but for her friend. For her family. For her boyfriend, Scott. The man walked behind her and handcuffed her hands together very tightly. He then placed a black blindfold over her hazel eyes. He opened the trunk of the convertible and navigated her body inside of it. They drove.. And drove.. And drove some more. It was at least two hours of driving before they stopped again. This time though, Sofie had no idea where they were. They had to be at least three towns out from where the rager was. She was terrified of this man. She could hear him get out of the car but he did not open the trunk. There was another man, an older sounding one. About forty. Then he opened the trunk. "So this is her?" The new man asked. "Yes, this is Sofie Moore." the other responded. "Help me get her out then," the older man said. The two men carried her body out of the trunk and laid her onto something soft. They took off one of her handcuffs and tied it against a cold metal feeling pole. "Is it time to take off her blindfold?" The first man asked. "Not quite yet, let's bring out the other girl, what's her name? Charlotte Gray, right?" The old man asked. The two left Sofie alone in the room, but only for a short time period. She was freaking out. They had Charlie, her life long friend since the first grade. The two came back but this time with a third person, a girl, Charlotte. "Mmphh" Charlie muffled through her gag the men had placed on her. They took off Sofie's blindfold and she saw her friend, clothes torn and her arm scratched open. She must have fought back. "Let go of her!" Sofie screamed. The old man smacked her across the face, "Don't speak unless spoken too, slut." Sofie was trembling as tears rolled down her face from her red eyes. Her cheek stung. Sofie felt no hope. It was time to give up and give in to what they wanted. "Do you know why you are here?" the aggressive man asked. "No..I don't.." Sofie trailed off. "You're little boyfriend. Scott, right? He owes us money. A lot of it." Sofue gasped and choked on her own tears and saliva. Scott? Why does Scott owe these evil men money? She thought. "That is impossible. Scott would never work with men like you. He is a cashier, why would he owe you money?" The first man chuckled. "He isn't as innocent as you think, sweetheart." "Do not call me sweetheart. You kidnapped me and my friend!," she yelled at him. "It's time you hear a story about your boyfriend. You're oh so innocent lover." the old man spoke.