Kidnapped

Chapter One: Connor

Maggie Eclaire was a girl full of spirit and happiness. She was a popular "emo" girl in her school; most "emos" weren't all that popular, but she was. One day, she disappeared and didn't return for almost three years.

Maggie had just moved to Bridgeport, Nevada to start a new life with her dad and step-mom. Her biological mom had died in a car accident when Maggie was only five years old and she was truly sad and depressed after her mom's funeral. But that had been ten years ago; now she had a new mom--who her dad just gotten married to a year ago--and would soon have a new baby brother or sister.

Maggie already had an older brother named Carlos, he was eighteen years old and loved his little sister very much, though he didn't like his new mom. He thought his new mom was trying to replace his biological mother. But as time passed Maggie and Carlos got used to things in their new town and house.

After summer was over Maggie went to Bridgeport High School and Carlos stayed home doing online college. Maggie went to school but didn't like it very much. It was bigger than her old school in St. Augustine, Florida. But on Maggie's first day, she met two kids who offered to be her friends and they were considered emo as well: a girl named Sia Miller and a guy named Samuel Michaels--he liked being called Sam or Sammy, though. Soon after meeting them, she started actually liking Bridgeport High.

As September passed, October came into the breeze. Days became shorter and the weather got colder; Maggie wanted to walk to and from school; she loved to look at the leaves fall from the trees above her.

One day, Maggie was coming home from school at two thirty as always, but she felt like she was being followed by someone. She turned around and saw no one was there. She thought she was just being paranoid, so turned back around. She kept walking and looking up at the colorful trees above her, admiring the reds and yellows of the leaves. As she walked, she wasn't paying attention and tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.

Maggie fell on the sidewalk but was okay, "Owww, I really got to start paying attention to where I walk," she muttered.

"Hey, are you okay?" a strange voice asked.

"Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just tripped that's all," she said, looking up.

"Here, let me help you up." The stranger was a man who looked to be around twenty--maybe twenty-five-- years old and Maggie couldn't help thinking he was kind of handsome.

Maggie was blushing nervously when she looked at him.

"Are you feeling alright? Your face is turning red, are you getting sick or something?"

"Mmmm . . . Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy, that's all," she said.

"Oh, well, why don't you come to my house and I'll take care of you, Okay?" he asked.

Though she knew somewhere in the back of her mind she shouldn't, Maggie nodded and the man picked her up, letting her get on his back.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Connor, what's your name?"

"My name is Maggie . . . Maggie Eclaire."

"You have a pretty name, Maggie," Connor said.

As they made their way to Connor's house, Maggie fell asleep. Connor had wanted that to happen, wanted his prey to be unconscious while he did what he had to. Connor entered his house with Maggie on his back, took her downstairs to his basement and handcuffed her to a bed in the corner, carefully removing her coat so as not to wake her.

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Two hours later, Maggie woke up and found herself cuffed to the bed in the dark basement. "Connor, where are you? Where am I?" she asked, but no answer came. She heard footsteps on the stairs and yelled, "Connor, is that you?"

Connor replied, "Yeah it's me, why you ask, Sweetums?"

Maggie was confused. "Sweetums? I don't remember us dating and I don't even know you. I don't understand," she said.

Connor walked over to her and crouched down by the bed. He started unbuttoning her black blouse, saying, "Soon you'll understand, Maggie, very soon you'll understand what I mean," he said.

She didn't like what she was seeing--or feeling for that matter--so she kicked him in the chest to make him get off of her.

"What the hell was that for, bitch?" Conner asked angrily.

"I don't know what you want with me, but leave me alone and let me go, please," she begged him.

"I don't think so, Maggie, what you just did was a mistake; you just messed up. You're going to be watched by me for a while, so you can't get out of here."

Maggie could feel tears in her eyes, wanting to get home, and struggled to get out of the handcuffs. "Please let me go, I don't want to die here, not all alone and if I don't get home my parents will get worried. Please just let me go home, please," Maggie begged and cried.

Connor walked back over to her and wiped her tears away. "I'm not going to let you die, at least not yet. I still want time with you and your parents will worry at first, but they'll forget all about you soon enough, and you'll be here with me," Connor said reassuringly, but Maggie still wanted to go home.