Authors note: hey guys hope you like the book i worked hard on it. i will be posting new chaptures every 2-4 days or as much as i can. any feedback about anything is very helpful and is very much appretiated. with that said and done with; read on :)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter one:
Beonka
"no please don't..." she cried "Why are you..." unable to finish her sentence a rush of adrenaline rushed through her body at the speed of light, a white light appeared, calming her racing heart. She wasn't in her body anymore; she wasn't herself anymore, she's a victim and had been for weeks now. Drugged, the rush was unbearable it had been the third time today at this rate she thought I'm going to 'o.d' he's going to kill me. Becoming weak, bones started to pierce through her fair skin, lips blue from the cold.
She started to wake up again. Limp and slung over a shoulder and unable to fight, suddenly a rush of pain ripped through her brain like nothing she had felt before. Realizing the tall masked man had slammed her down on a concrete floor. She was unable to move to weak and was in excruciating pain. The masked man leaned down and whispered in her ear "Beonka...don't try and run cuz we'll just shoot you."
Lucy
It has been exactly 2 weeks, 3 hours and 45 minutes the last time I seen my daughter. I've been counting down since the first day she went missing the last thing I can remember telling her was "don't be late...if you are I will take everything away and I don't give a flying hoot what you have planned." I didn't tell her "I love you bb" nothing of the sort just "be home", "I don't care." What I would give to see her tell her I love her. Why did this have to happen, why us. Why my baby girl, she's only 15 years old. I hope she's not hurting I hope she knows I love her. Hope is all I can do. Hope she's ok, hope she's not in pain, hope she's not gone forever, and hope we find her before it's too late.
Joe
I swear to god if I get my hands on the people who took my daughter I will kill them, the angered man thought. Suddenly RING, RING the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"If you ever want to see your little girl again I suggest you get the police out of this" the Russian voice said on the other line
"My daughter you have my daughter I swear..." beep beep the dark voice disappeared. He thinks he's going to get away with this I think not. If he so much as touched her I swear ill kill him.
No more standing around Joe thought to himself, no more standing around waiting for the police to-do something I'm going to find my daughter anyway possible and kill anyone who tries and stop me.
Joe starts by getting guns, first he gets a "22 caliber handgun," its lit and easy to hide then a "0.22 long rifle," and lastly he gets a "sniper rifle."
now meeting eye to eye with the guy who hurt my daughter he's going to pay I slowly pick up the 22 caliber handgun and with one single shot, instant death straight through the eyes face blown off chunks everywhere and a smirk on my face"
"Sir, sir that will be $250 for dem guns you holdin" the cashier said
"Huh o yah here take it and keep then change" Joe said
"sir if you don't mind m.e asking whatddya doin wit dem guns" the cashier questioned
"Hunting, hunting for some dirty dogs" Joe smirked
"Well I do wish ya luck, hey bring me something back"
"I don't think you want what I'm hunting for" with that said he turned around all the guns in his hands and he was off.
