Tall, Dark and Dangerous

one

There's the beautiful Gabriella.
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"Thank you, Miss. Have a nice day, and I'll see you next Thursday!" I smiled as my dance instructors dark bun left my line of sight. I had opened the transparent doors to see the name of the studio printed in bold white letters, all so familiar now. I had been going to this dance studio for years, probably since I was eleven, and I will be eighteen as of July 14th. The sky was a darker blue, lamp posts illuminating the parking lot surrounding me. It was later now, I had stayed an extra hour for some more practise and it was beneficial. My stance increased in elegance, and during my pirouette, my toes were pointed. I slipped my phone out of my dark bag that had been slung across my shoulder. I was still clad in the dark spandex shorts I had worn, an athletic tank top underneath of my sweater. I pressed the home button to see that it was later than expected.

My bright screen illuminated my face, and my eyes scanned to check the time. My phone had read 10:31PM, and I honestly had no idea it would have been that late at all. I then scanned through my bag to find my keys, and after a few moments, the silver glistened and I snatched them up within seconds. My car- my baby, blinked as I pressed the button to unlock it. The setting was ominous, an empty parking lot dimly lit by street lights, and the light wind cooing in my ears. It settled an uneasy feeling in my chest as all of the Criminal Minds I had watched suddenly clouded my thoughts.

I simply tried assuring myself that nothing is out of the ordinary, but that feeling when you either think someone's watching, or someone's coming after you was lingering in the air. I pivoted on the balls of my feet to look around, scanning the streets, the single alley way separating the studio from the apartment complex around it. It looked the same as it did every day, yet it had that eerie feeling to it.

You're overreacting.

I cocked my head as sound had filled my ears. Footsteps, loud ones. It seemed to be three or four pairs, seemingly louder and louder with passing seconds. As my eyes adjusted, I had been able to make out three figures clearly, but the dim lighting helped very little with seeing their faces. From what I could tell, they were running from something or someone and they were big. I don't mean large abdominally, I mean muscular and tall. Something I proudly classified as; walking skyscrapers.

"There!" I heard a husky voicr hiss, and it took me seconds to realize he was talking about me- or my car. Out of pure shock, I had dropped my keys, and scrambled to pick them back up. I could feel my heart racing and it seemed to be in my throat. The footsteps we're getting louder and louder, but I successfully grabbed my keys and opened my door. In a hurry, I sat myself down and grabbed the handle to the side of my door. I was beginning to swing it closed when a pair of gloved fingers clasped onto the side, preventing any further movement. I tried punching the fingers off of my door, but it seemed to hurt me more than it had hurt him so I tried another tactic.

I tugged- as hard as I could but I wasn't very big and I wasn't very strong. I was 5'4, and my arms were lacking in size. My legs were the stronger part of my body, I had almost no upper arm strength. But if you got me into a track I could run- fast.

The door was practically thrown open and I was met with a handsome.. criminal. His dark hair hardly shined in the light offering little to no guess of the colour. His hazel eyes owned a cold and murderous look that scared me half to death. He was tall, there was no denying that, and he had perfect teeth. He had muscles underneath the dark shirt, and jacket he wore. Snapping back to reality I was met with a harsh demand.

"Get the fuck out." He hissed, trapping my wrist in a tight, aggressive hold. Even trying to tug my wrist out of his hold was a hassle, and nearly damn impossible. "What the hell? No this is my car!" I argued, but quickly regretted it when I noticed this man was not kidding. The dark look in his beautiful eyes held many emotions but only one was clear to me. He was angry, and he didn't look like he would care if he shot me right now. Would he shoot me?

He let out a cuss, his eyes rolling. With this moment, I took a second to look behind him to see two others who looked like they might be siblings. They were handsome too, but not as handsome as this man. My eyes diverted away from the two males, as I darted to look back at him. He had reached behind his body, with that hand that was not trapping my wrist and began to pull something out from the back of his jeans, and before I could let out a shriek, or struggle away from him, he bashed the side of my head with the butt of the gun.

A whimper escaped my lips, and the blackness started enveloping my vision. My untaken hand went to reach up to my forehead, and then came back damp. Just a second later, my hand fell to my left, as did the whole half of my body. My eyes became heavy, and it seemed too fast when the whole world ahead of me went spinning out of control and then;

I was out.

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A groan had alerted me of life, until I had come to the conclusion that it was my lips that the groan came from. I had begun to stand, when I realized that I couldn't. I couldn't stand. My arms had been fastened together with a plastic zip tie, yes it sounded somewhat easy to get out of but it wasn't. I had tried, and I simply cut up my wrists. My feet on the other hand were tied with thin rope, over and over again.

What had happened last night, or today, or whatever the hell the time it was, kept playing in my mind on repeat despite the ache I had in the side of my skull. My eyes glanced around and then I noticed what I was in. A dark room, but I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips when I noticed the three men staring back at me.

"Shut the fuck up!" One of the brothers shouted at me, which easily made my lips come to a close. Were they brothers? I think so.

I then heard the sound of shoes hitting the floor, coming closer and closer. I could barely make out who it was but as soon as the icy eyes were staring back at me, I knew who it was. "You see, the problem with girls like you, is that you never keep your mouths shut, and that is the problem her . It is the only reason you're here. You know what we look like." He hissed, crouching down to look at my own. The way he was talking to me made me entirely uncomfortable and I didn't like it. I didn't want him near me, I didn't want to be tied up, I wanted to be home.

With my silence, he raised his hand but it never came. I think the sliver of humanity made him change his mind, but it didn't stop me from flinching away. "You're with us now, until we no longer need you." A male in the back voiced, and I shuddered. "Who- who are you?" I asked quietly, my eyes searching the blue ones for answers.

He came closer to my body, if that was even possible. I could feel his warm breath against the nape of my neck until I could practically feel him against the lobe of my ear. "Your worst nightmare." He whispered ominously before pulling away.

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