I've been kidnapped. I've been kidnapped. I've been kidnapped. For real this time. The only positive I can see in this is Mark seeing it happen. So I'll be found and rescued soon. I hope.
Wait, why do I have to wait to be rescued? I can jump out of this moving vehicle. I might break something, but at least I'll be free.
I start searching around the back of the van to see if I can find something to help me. Although my eyes see that there's nothing, not even a small window, I keep listening to my mind. My mind is telling me to keep searching, I'll find something eventually.
After about five more minutes, my mind says give up so I do. The realization hits me on why I had a feeling to see Shawn. I was going to be kidnapped.
I'm probably never going to be found. I'm going to be stuck wherever I'm going forever. I'm never going to see Camille, Stan, Karma, my SMW girls, Bartender, Donald, Mark or Shawn again. But most importantly I'll never see Roman again.
No that can't happen. But what can I do? I'm just sitting in the back of the van waiting for what's next. Another five minutes later and I get bored. The kidnapper is still driving me somewhere. "What's your name?"
"Just call me Kid," he says. Voice confirmation, he's male.
"Short for Kidnap?"
"Exactly."
"Why do you kidnap people? Taking people away from their happy lives can't possibly be what satisfies you."
"I didn't use to do this seriously. I used to get hired to kidnap people as a prank." Just like Roman.
"Which organization?"
"There's only one and it doesn't have a name," he says answering my unasked question.
"Why'd you stop doing something harmless to do something that's full of harm?"
"I'm a numbers guy. There's more numbers doing this than someone's prank."
"So you're kidnapping me and taking me to someone who could possibly be a crazy lunatic but you don't care as long as you get paid the bigger check?"
"Precisely." I felt the van stop and my heart start. We're there. Well, I'm there. But there's no way I'm staying.
As soon as he opens up the door, I'm jumping- click. If I'm not mistaken, that is the sound of a gun being ready to fire. Whatever plan I was thinking of just left whatever train of thought I had left.
"I don't want to do it, I never want to do it, but I often have to because they just won't listen. Which one will you be Jade? I'm going to open this door. If you do anything, I'll have to shoot you." I don't want to be shot!
He opens up the door and I stay right where I was. "Good girl. Now get out the van and start walking towards this house," he says pointing to the small, brown, wooden house in front of me.
I start walking there, considering the gun was still pointing at me. Suddenly, I felt him grab me again. This time he injects me with a needle. I almost immediately feel weaker. "Keep walking."
I do as he says but notice that I can barely walk without wobbling my legs or stumbling. My vision is also a little blurry. I started breathing heavy because now I'm panicking again.
"Don't worry. It's only temporary. Keep walking." I do. And suddenly my vision started coming back, but my legs were still the same. I guess only the blurry eyes was temporary.
When my eyes are completely focused I see that I've walked down to the basement of the small house. This is strange. The house is small but the basement is huge. And it's empty with just a chair bolted to the floor.
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