It was a dark night and barely no one was out today. It was wet and stormy. You were walking home from a long day of work. You just worked extra long hours and hurried to get home.
You didn't live to far from your work, which was good. That means less walking. You decide to take a quick shortcut, which means you have to go through some alleyways. That wasn't too bad, it could be worse.
You take a sharp right, which takes you to a dark alleyway. Usually a whole bunch of thugs and that were out here at this time of night, but this time maybe not? Very odd, you shrug and keep on walking.
You walk until your in the middle of the alley. You hear some leaves crunch, like if someone was walking on them. You quickly turn around. No one was there. You shrug and keep on going.
Crunch.
You turn around again. No one was there. This is weird. You thought to yourself. This time you walk even faster to get out of the dark and "scary" alleyway. You've walked through an alley before, why were you so scared this time?
As you walk along, faster this time, a dark skinny figure is standing in front of you. You just think your mind is playing tricks on you so you keep on going. Then you gasp.
Your heart starts racing. He's getting closer.
Screw this, I'm going back. You say to yourself and turn back around. You keep on walking the other way, again you hear the crunches of the leaves.
"Stay away! You hear me?!" You yell out loud. You cover your mouth. You're mind is just playing tricks on you, just go and get out of here!
Again, you keep walking, then something touches your waist. You gasp, but a cold hand goes over your mouth. You try to scream, but the disgusting hand is over your mouth. You squirm to get out of his or hers grip. There's no way of getting out, this person was very strong, and their grip was holding you to them. I'm trapped. You say to yourself.
The figure quickly ties something around your mouth so if you try to speak, you gag. The person, tightly ties some type of rope around your hands as he or she pulls your hands to your back. You wince as pain shoots to your body as the figure pulls your arms back very furiously. Then the person quickly puts some type of a black bag around your head so you can't see a single thing. Then they drag you away from the alley.
You try to scream for help. But they only come out as tiny winces. And every time you do, the person hurts you in anyway possible. Mostly slapping you across the face, very hard.
You hear a trunk of a car open. No no no, please don't put me in here.
But the figure pushes you into the trunk. You're not all the way in, you use all your strength while being blinded to fight back. You kick your legs anywhere, to hit the person. He or she grabs a hold of one of your legs, you keep swinging the other, then you kick them right in the head.
You feel a hard slap being hit into your face. Your cheek starts stinging. "You little son of a bitch!" The person growls. You cry as the rest of your body is tossed into the trunk. Please, someone help me.
The car starts up and quickly drives off. Every bump the car hits, you get thrown all around the trunk. It's extremely uncomfortable and very hard to breath. Especially in this bag over your head.
Hours pass and you end up dosing off in the trunk. All of a sudden the car comes to a complete stop. The person stops the car and looks it. Now is my chance. You start kicking the trunk and trying to scream as loud as you can.
The trunk later opens. I'm free!
But as you think you can get out, another person is thrown on top of you. "You won't get away with this, you sick dirty bastard!" A man with a British accent yells.
The figure hits the person over the head with something heavy. The person doesn't respond in anyway and is shoved into the trunk with you.
You then hear a rip of duck tape, being plastered on the guy's mouth. The guy doesn't move at all, the figure ties his hands up and ties a bag around his head, but he can still breathe.
The figure gets in the car, as he does, the car bounces. He starts up the car, and you can hear the screeching of the tires from the pavement as he quickly drives off.
You end up falling asleep but then the car comes to a very quick stop. The car door slams and he or she opens the trunk, grabbing both of your guy's arms very tightly. The guy ends up waking up as he is yanked out of the trunk. The figure literally drags you both out and puts you two in some type of room. You could tell someone is in here, because you can hear quiet sobs.
"Shut the fuck up!" The figure yells at the person who is sobbing as he tightens his grip on our arms. You try not to wince in pain. And grind your teeth as you hold back the unbearable pain.
The figure then throws you two to the ground. You catch yourself but the other guy is not so lucky. Well he was just beaten with a hard object in the head, so you don't blame him. He's probably so weak.
"H-here let me help you two." A quiet girl voice speaks. She walks towards us and unties the bags on our heads. She gets rid of our gags and unties our hands.
"Thank you." You quietly say. She nods and walks away as she goes back into the corner she was in. You look at the man who was in the trunk with you. He has a horrible bruise on his head. It looks extremely painful.
"Are you okay?" You ask the man.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replies, holding back pain.
"What's going on?" You ask the sobbing girl who helped you.
"We're in a hostage.." She says very quietly. H-hostage??
"W-why?" You ask scared.
"I've overheard the guy say if the police don't give him back what he wants, he'll kill innocent people because of it."
The sound of this scares you. But why us? What did we do?!
"So, were basically going to die?" The guy says holding his head.
"Don't say that!" You bark at him. "We'll have to figure a way to get out of here. There has to be someway."
"Does anyone have a phone?" The girl asks.
"Y-yeah. I do." The guy with the bruise replies. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his phone. He turns on the phone, "So what are your girl's names?" The guy says in a friendly tone, trying to keep you two calm.
"I'm Ana.." The girl replies.
"I'm Y/N." You say quietly while you look up at him. He nods his head and smiles. "I'm Mika."
You give him a small smile.
"Okay, it's on!" Mika says happily. This could be our way out.
"No, no, no don't do this to me now!" He begs. "Shit!"
"What's wrong!?" You ask him.
"I have no damn signal." He sighs.
"Here let me see it." You command Mika. He hands you the phone, you start walking around the room, hoping to get at least some signal. You go in the corner of the room.
There's one bar.
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