Kidnapped

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It's been about three hours since Naomi had disappeared and all I could think of was What the hell did I do... I knew we shouldn't have come through here I'm such an idiot!
I sat down by a tree and began to sob. Even though she was really annoying and such, she was my friend... My other sister. Why didn't I save her... Why am I so stupid!?
Then...
I heard a scream in the distance. I dropped almost everything I had and quickly ran toward it as fast as I could, wiping away the streaks of tears I had down my cheeks.
"I'M COMING!" I yelled as I kept hearing the screams getting closer and closer. My calves were burning, I've never run this much before. I began to get worn out but I tried to not give up. Then, after what seemed like forever, I finally saw her again.
"NAOMI!"
"ALEXA!"
As I yelled out to her, the tall figure faced me and stared at me. I was put in a state of shock, I didn't know what to do and I couldn't move no matter how much I tried. I stared at the thing back and as I did, I constantly heard my heart pound in my chest and ears, I was terrified. After about thirty seconds of heavy breathing and staring at him, I finally knocked out.
"Alexa... Alexa wake up! Alexa!!"
I kept hearing a faint whisper-yell while I was asleep.
"Alexa you need to fucking wake up!!"
My eyes flicked open and I looked around. I noticed that we were in the basement. We were also tied up. No, please don't tell me we got kidnapped...
"Alexa! Why did you stare at him?! Now, look at what you've gotten us into!"
"Shut the fuck up, will you?"
Naomi's eyes dilated and she turned away. A few minutes later a guy came in, the room was dimly lit so I could barely see his face. But he looked like he had a mask covering his mouth, shaggy short black hair, a white Doctor robe, and the rest I couldn't see.
"Did you girls sleep well? I bet not... How are you feeling?"
Naomi and I looked at each other as he locked the door behind him and turned on a brighter light. Oh god, that isn't who I think it is, is it...?

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