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"I cannot take 'no' as a reply." Said my classic crazy bestfriend Amanda.

Brief Intro: Amanda George.
My crazy non-judgmental bestfriend I've known for seven years. Not that she's actually crazy.. well for the part when it comes to food.. Who isn't?
She's my lifesaver, soul sister and my everything. There's nothing that she's doesn't know about me, plus we've been living under the same roof for four years.

But I don't want be with any other  human beings. . Let me be a little anti social for some time..pleaseee ..
I said in the back of my head. "Fine.. but our curfew is 11. I don't care what you say or how much you pled.. our curfew is 11." I replied.
"Okay" Said Amanda with a big grin on her face.

I definitely knew what was coming and that's what I hate right now.

"Don't you even think about it. I am absolutely not going to fall for it this time." Said the idiot Brooke Sawyer.
Who's Brooke Sawyer? That's me.
"About what? What are you even talking about, you big idiot?" Replied Amanda. "I definitely know what you're thinking about. I am absolutely not going to get drunk this time and absolutely no tinder guys this time! " said the idiot.

"Okay! Fine.. no.. tinder guys.." replied Amanda. "Can we go to the club now. We're late as usual and it's all because of you." Amanda said.

Blame it on me as usual.. okay fine I'm actually the one to be blamed. Yeah, I'm anti social, lazy and an idiot. I mean who has all the time to party and not stay at home.. Well Amanda sure does.

"Okay fine I'm ready! " replied the idiot. "Yay! We're ready to step out of our place at 8.30." Said Amanda sarcastically. "Not my fault that you had to tell me so late." replied the idiot.

We got in our car. A black BMW. This is what you get when you're a tech guru. Shower the money on me and get me those thug life shades.

So we reached the club Bermuda. It was this hi tech club with all the most stunning people in there. Sadly, I had no interest what so ever to talk to anyone.

Great! We were late. As usual. People were already dancing and here me and Amanda have just entered. How fabulous!

I sat at the drinks corner while my bestfriend was already dancing. It was already 10.30 when I checked my watch.

Half an hour more and I'm out of this place. I thought to myself.

Sadly that's not what was to happen...

Ten minutes later..
This is what happens:
I was sitting and having a cold glass of blue lagoon mocktail... when I notice that my glass was shaking.. probably because of the music and the dancing. I thought to myself.
But I had this weird feeling that something was definitely out of place.

And it definitely was.

By the time I was definitely convinced something was wrong. It had already happened. The lights had been cut off and I heard more people enter the already stuffy club.

Manly rough voices had entered in.
"Everybody stay calm!" Was what they repeated every 5 minutes
"We want everyone sitting on the floor! Stay calm!"

I wish the lights were on so I could see where Amanda was. She was the only person I cared for in this room.

And by then. Something really out of place had happened.

They called out Amanda name.

"Amanda Reisha George! Where ever you are, walk five steps forward. Do not be afraid! We are not here to harm you!" said the same man who kept telling us to stay calm. By that time I had already began crying. Where are they going to take her?

By the time that happened the lights had been switched on. I saw my dear best friend's face. It was full of tears. Her makeup had made her look like a panda and then I saw her walk forward. I could not do anything to save her.

Who were these people? They wore Pitch black miltary uniform.

I was afraid. I could already sense my hands shaking in fear. Nervousness and unusual sweat broke over me.

Terrified. I closed my eyes tight shut.
And then it happened. My name was called out.
"Brooke Teresa Sawyer! Stand up so that we see you!"
Okay now why would they want me..
Atleast I get to be with Amanda.
"We want to walk towards us! We won't hurt you!" said the same man.
He was dressed just like the others. But he was different. Different in the sense that all the others among him looked like they were all under him. One of them caught my arm."Let's get of here before they catch up with us!" Said the man. He looked like in his mid- 50's. He had grey hair and definitely must have been handsome when he was young and he looked really familiar to me. I clearly remember seeing somewhere but I don't remember.

And wait.. Who was this 'they' he mentioned? Was this 'they' after me and Amanda?

One of them clearly couldn't have enough of my attention. He was literally squeezing my arm and it hurt. So much for saying that they wouldn't hurt us.
There were two women in front of me and this guy. They definitely looked tough. Definitely not to be messed with.

They put me and Amanda in a black SUV. We sat.. and the last thing I remember was when they told me they would blindfold us. When they that.. they injected something that definitely made us sleep.. and then I woke up again.. I realized that we both were their hostages.

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