COD, Bitches

2. Kidnapped by Ghosty

Here you go girl. corpse-poet

I was in my room reading my books when I heard it. I heard the sound of windows breaking and the yelling of my father, and mother. I shot up from my bed, with out thinking. I heard gun fire. My heart started to pound in my chest before I took my second step.

Then I heard other men shouting. Commands? More gun fire. I ripped my door open to run down the steps and instead I was faced with a giant man. He looked down at me and wore some sort of skeloton mask.

My breath hitched in my throat as I took a step back, and looked behind me. I could only see his eyes poking from behind the mask. "You need to come with me," He demanded, his voice low, very low. He had a british accent, but deeper.

"You need to leave," My voice wavered as I held a hand up and tears pricked my eyes. "Sorry love, can't do that" He cocked his head to the side, and my back hit my desk as he walked into my room.

"Please, please don't hurt me- Take anything you want," I begged as he wrapped his hand around my arm. "I'm not going to hurt you, you need to come with us so we can help you," He pulled me, and I kicked and screamed now as he wrapped his arm around my neck.

I gasped in a breath and clung on to his arm as he pulled me up. I stood on my tips toes, it was getting hard to make any sort of noise now. "You needa play nice. Were here to help," He insisted, his voice in my ear, and now tears running down my face.

He pressed a rag to my face, and I had my hands latched on to his arm as he was holding me in place. "Please, stop" I tried to beg, but I tasted something horrible. My eyes started to get very heavy as I felt my body get numb.

"Ghost what the hell are you doing?" I heard another man's voice, but my eyes were now shut. He had an accent I couldn't place. "Puttin her to sleep, I won't have her kicking a screamin all the way to the fucking base," I heard the man holding me sigh, and I didn't like the sound of that.

I swung my arms, and tried to pull away once again. "Look likes shes a fighter" The other chuckled, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, and again tried to pull.

"It's alright love, we got ya," The man holding me spoke and the darkness took over and I was out.

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I woke up, and my whole body still felt numb. Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck. My heart started to race again, and I couldn't open my eyes. I wiggled my fingers, but there was somthing tight on my wrists. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I pulled my head up, and my neck was stiff as hell. I started to pull on what ever was on me, and I felt rope now. And the coldness of the metal chair I was sat on. I yanked as hard as I could on the rope, and kicked my legs out. I force my eyes to open, and it was mostly dark in here.

There was a dim light in the corner, and I looked down at my restraints. I pulled on them, as the memories flooded in. Tears came to my eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You're alright, You're safe" I heard his voice again. The man that grabbed me. "What do you want?" My voice came out weak, and slurred. I felt dizzy and like I might throw up.

"Just wanna have a chat" He spoke calmly and I shook my head to try and wake myself up. "A chat?" I scoffed pulling on the rope again. He walked into the light. The same skeleton mask covering his face. "That's for my safty," He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes which were still wet from tears.

"Where are my parents? Are they ok? Who are you? Where am I?" My voice got higher pitched with each question. He sat in a chair, leaned back, with his legs open looking unbothered.

"You're parents are. . You're in our base" He hummed. "Base? What base?" I questioned further. "My parents, where are my parents? Did you kill them? Please I don't want to die," I shook my head.

"No we didn't kill them, calm down" He breathed out heavily and I closed my mouth letting tears fall down my cheeks. "They were taken, taken by some very bad people. Were trying to get them back. We took you becasue we need to keep you safe, understand?" He leaned forward his eyes peering though his mask at me. I nodded, but I didn't understand.

"Do you know what your father does for a living?" He asked, his eyes now squinted. "Uh he, works for some big company. I-I don't know" I shook my head, and he only chuckled.

"He would say that," He hummed leaning back again. "He's the head of a cartel" The man shurgged. "What?" I spat and he chuckled again. "He was taken by some men, that want to take over his business. He hired us a year ago to take care of them. They are a little slippery, so we haven't gotten them yet. But now, they took the fight right to you. We managed to grab you, but-" He clicked his tounge.

"You are safe here with us. We will get your parents back and you can go back to living your life as normal," He promised as he stood up. My heart sank as he moved towards me.

"How are you going to get them back? How is any of this normal?" I demanded and he bent down and started untying the rope. "Were figuing that out" He said shortly, I was in shock. Cartel? Kidnappings? What kind of hell are my parents in.

"How did you know we were going to be attacked?" I asked him. "Your father sent us a signal. A few of us stay around your house to keep watch, we were close when it happened that's how we managed to grab you" He told me simply.

"And you couldn't get them?" I demanded and he looked up at me. "Ok, no I'm sorry. I just-" My chest got tight again, and I didn't know what to say. He undid one wrist and moved on to the next one.

"Just don't go wandering around, don't touch anything, don't try to leave," He sighed and untied my second wrist. He stood back up towering over me.

"And don't try to stand to fast, your body won't react to well," He offered, and I grabbed on to the chiar and pushed myself up. I stumbled just a foot, and he reached a hand out as if he meant to catch me, but I put a hand up and stood up on my own.

"Whats your name?" I asked him. My eyes searching his mask. He grinned under the cloth covering his mouth. "They call me, Ghost" He said simply. "Ghost" I repeated with a nod. That's a weird fucking name.

"I'm Wren," I told him, and he nodded. "I know" He spoke which sent a shiver down my spine.