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It all happened so quickly.

The sweat beads roll down my forehead as the car I'm in speeds quickly down the street, weaving through the New York traffic like it's nothing. My wrists and ankles are bound tightly with old rope that is sure to leave burn marks on my skin. A thick piece of duct tape prevents me from screaming, as well as the white-hot fear growing in the pit of my stomach.

They overpowered me before I could even blink, the two men in the front of the car. Their old impala came out of nowhere, spitting blue smoke from a noiseless engine. They emerged without a word and wrestled me to the ground, bound my hands, and here I am.

They talk to each other now, their cigarette smoke wafting across my face and filling the cab of the car with stench. Panicked thoughts fly through my mind, but none offer a way out.

Maybe someone saw me get taken. They must've, right? It's New York city, there are eyes everywhere.

I whimper and pull against my restraints a little. Two grey eyes glare holes through me from the rear view mirror, but nothing is said.

"The jewelry on her alone will be worth thousands. Not to mention the fact that she's a sweet little thing, ain't she? It'll be a lot of fun once we know where the rest of her money is."

"We gotta be careful, though. There'll be people lookin' for her."

Fear wells up inside of me again like water overboiling in a pot. I figure if they're gonna take advantage of me, I might as well go out fighting.

I wiggle like an overturned turtle, screaming like a maniac into the quickly dampening piece of tape covering my mouth. The man in the driver's seat barks at me to shut the fuck up or else, but I don't listen. Maybe someone will hear me, just maybe...

"Shut the hell up girle, you're going to regret it!" says the man in the passenger's seat. I slit my eyes at him and scream louder, though it comes out sounding like a muffled whisper.

Something cold and metal slams against my temple a few seconds later. My vision betrays me.

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Ice cold water splashes against my skin, soaking my clothes and hair, and forcing my eyes open.

At first I see nothing but the blackness that surrounds me, but as the seconds drag by, my eyes adjust. I'm in a small room, the size of what a closet might be in a regular sized house- I wouldn't know. My wrists and feet are bound as tightly as ever, my mouth tastes salty and metallic.

"Wake up, pretty girl."

I recognize the man's voice from before. I squint and see that there are two chairs set up before me. I'm sprawled out on the concrete floor in the tiny room.

A beam of light cuts through the darkness and shines directly into my eyes. The men stare down at me, smiling smugly. They're obviously related, their identical eyes, hair and facial features tell me so.

I attempt to sit up, but the man on the right kicks me back down to the floor. I don't try and move again.

"Remove her tape."

The man on the left reaches forward and rips the duct tape covering my mouth.

I immediately begin to sob, so hard that I can barely draw breath. I wasn't aware of the fact that I was holding the sobs back, but once they have the chance to release they do so with astounding force.

"Shut up, girl," says the man on the right, but I don't listen. I can't bring myself to stop, even if I wanted to.

"Why... did... you... do this? To me? What... have... I done... to you?"