Amber's POV:
I had talked to the blonde in the cage next to me for a while. I learned that her name was Melanie.
She had been jogging when the van pulled up. She lived in L.A. and had been here for about two weeks.
"It doesn't look like these people have any particular women that they are looking for.." I said after our "dinner" that consisted of a piece of dry bread and a tiny glass of nasty water.
I was beginning to easily feel almost all of my ribs.
Melanie shook her head. "I don't think they care. They're sick and twisted."
I nodded in agreement.
I leaned my head back and tried to ignore the hunger pangs in my stomach.
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Matt's POV:
I stayed right where I was and kept my eyes peeled for Syn's car. I thought back to when I was dragged into that van with Amber. The memory was very blurry. I couldn't believe that had happened. And I couldn't figure out why.
A black SUV pulled up and Zacky jumped out of the passenger side, followed by the other guys.
"Man! Are you okay?! What the fuck happened?!"
I explained as much as I could remember.
"We have to find Amber!" Syn looked at me anxiously. I nodded and pointed to the hotel.
"In there."
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Amber's POV
My arms were wrapped around my legs. I was so hungry. And so scared.
I heard a door slam. A large man walked up to the cage next to mine and rippe open the door. The woman inside tried to scramble away, but he caught her and dragged her away.
He looked back at me and gave me an evil grin.
My heart jumped.
"I'm next, aren't i?" I looked at Melanie.
She had a look in her eyes that screamed she was terrified.
I was too.
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Lost... Without You
FanfictionWhile walking home from her friend's house one night, Amber is confronted by a man she doesn't know. She was raped that night. She was 18 years old. Ever since, she has never been able to trust any man. She never had boyfriends, nothing. Her friend...
