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      I hate it when I'm reading a really good kidnapping book and then I have to completely stop reading it because the person likes the kidnapper. Like if I was in the situation I wouldn't like the person who could easily murder me,the person who took me away from my family, the person who probably destroyed my life, but yet in most books the victim and kidnapper fall in love.  Anyway I'm Emery, I'm 19 and live on my own well except of course with my little brother. My parents died in a car crash 2 years ago. My grandma offered to let us stay with her but I didn't want to be a burden. This weekend though my 5 year old brother Logan was staying with her so I could have my alone time. I was walking home from the Concord Café after work I don't have a car because I don't have the money to afford it, besides I live just around the block.

I live in one of the most dangerous states. New York, a place full of kidnapping, rape, abuse, and worse of all murder. I'm not worry though I'm trained to know how to fight if anything bad happened

While I was walking a guy in a black truck pulled up.
"Need a ride?"

"No thanks I'm good"

"I wasn't asking!"

Just as he got out I saw he had a white cloth I knew what that meant. I could easily get away from him but why not act like a weak girl? He put the cloth on my mouth and nose so I stopped breathing and acted like I was knock out. He believed me because he slowly set me down on the side walk. Right when he let go I kick him in the balls and ran.
"Get the fuck back here now"

I turned around while running and flipped him off. Then I returned home and made hot chocolate.


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