Bought

Chapter 1

I climb out of the cab and stick a couple of euros in the cabbies hand and walk into the airport.

It's a crowded day, especially for the middle of the week.

I stand in line to get my plane ticket, eager for the long flight. I can't wait to surprise my parents. I've been in Spain for one and a half semesters and they don't expect me back until this summer, but I can stand to be away from home any longer.

I get my ticket and begin to go to check my luggage when someone taps me on the shoulder.

I turn. A man stands behind me.

"¿Tú hablas inglés?" he asks slowly, as if he ain't really sure what he's saying.

I nod, restraining a laugh. Americans. We're hopeless.

"Oh thank God," he says. "I have a cab but I have no idea how to tell them where to take me. Will you help me?"

I look at my watch. I have plenty of time before my flight, so I follow him out of the airport.

He leads me to tinge cab which is surprisingly far away. Barely even at the airport. There's barely anyone out here.

I translate the location of my fellow American's hotel to the taxi driver.

As soon as the man gets in, the annoyed looking cab driver takes off.

I grab my suitcases and begin walking back towards the main entrance.

A breeze sends shivers down my spine and causes my skin to prickle.

Suddenly someone comes up and grabs my purse and takes off running.

"Hey!" I shout. "Give that back!"

The man continues running. I look at my watch, debating on chasing him. I don't have time to make it through security and catch my flight, especially with the massive crowd, but my ticket is in my purse.

So is my phone, so calling the cops is out.

Rolling my eyes, I take off after the thief.

I shout after him again in English again, before realizing he probably doesn't speak English.

"¡Pare, ladrón!"
He continues to run and run and run.

I'm slow with my suitcases in tow, but somehow manage to keep up.

He exits the airport property and runs through a field and through the treeline, well, they're mostly big shrubs.

It's really hard getting through the field. The wheels of my luggage won't roll.

Eventually I get to the spot he disappeared and stop.

I wipe sweat from my brow as I look around.

Then I hear a noise. I peek through the bushes and see him dumping my purse.

"Hey!" I shout, forgetting to speak in Spanish.

The man looks up at me and smirks. He looks slightly above and to my left and gives a subtle nod.

Suddenly arms wrap around my waist and I scream.

A hand claps over my mouth, muffling the sound.
I attempt to bite his finger, but he wears thick leather gloves.

Tears spring to my eyes as I thrash in his strong grip. "Don't scream," a deep, heavily accented voice says in my ear. I nod, terrified.

My hands are roughly pulled behind my back and something that feels a lot like a zip tie fastens tightly around my wrists.

I begin to cry as the man I chased digs through the contents my purse. He takes my wallet and pockets it. Cash, credit cards, and all. He pulls out my phone. Then he stands up and throws it into the trees.

I watch it go and let out a pitiful groan.

Then he pulls out the key to my suitcase. It was in my purse. He unlocks the padlock and unzips the biggest suitcase.

"Take whatever you want," I cry. "Please just let me go!"

The man behind me smacks the back of my head before placing a strip of duct tape over my mouth.

The other guy dumps out my suitcase, waving around undergarments with a laugh.

"Ponla en la maleta," the guy I chased says.

I struggle against the the man behind as he pushed me towards my emptied suitcase. I am not getting in a suitcase, which is apparently what they plan. I kick backwards, but my attempts are fruitless.

I scream through the tape as he shoves me down in the suitcase. Tears cloud my vision. I stick my foot out of the small space. My large boots won't fit.

I hope this will change their minds, but they pull off my shoes, leaving my feet in plain white socks.

I kick at them, but they shove my feet in and quickly zip up the suitcase. I hear the padlock click into place.

After a brief moment of rapid arguing in Spanish, the suitcase is flipped hot he right way and my weight falls onto my knees instead of my side.

I yelp. In response, the suitcase shakes violently.

"Be quiet!" One of them shouts.

I silently sob as the suitcase begins rolling. I'm scared out of my mind. I've just been kidnapped.

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Hello! So I'm trying something unique. Don't worry, if you don't speak Spanish translations will be pretty close to the context and there won't be too much Spanish. Or, you know, google translate.

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