Taken

Chapter 2

I tried to jam my feet into the ground, anything to make it harder for them to take me wherever they were taking me. I'd lost my broken high heel when I had fallen, and I presumed my handbag and keys were on the ground near my car.

I struggled in the guys arms who was leading me, my knees buckled and I fell, I knew that my stockings were ripped now at the knees, and I wasn't quite sure if it was water or blood that was running down my legs.

"Take her and hold onto her." Someone else grabbed me, sliding their arm behind my elbow and pulling me in closely to their body. I heard a car door on a pressure system open, and I was moved closer to it. I shuddered when I felt the cold metal pressing up against the backs of my legs, I then realised that it was a van. They were soon going to be putting me in the van. Fear began to consume me and I felt sick. Trying desperately to pull away, I was pulled back and body slammed up against the side of the van. Someone's forearm was pushed up against my throat and I struggled to breathe.

"Now, you listen to me and you listen fucking good. We have tried to do this the best way but you are making that fucking difficult." They paused and pushed their arm up closer into my throat whilst pressing their body into me, they lowered their head to my ear and nuzzled into it.
"But now, I've had enough playing. It was fun at first. And I loved how you fought back but now it's getting old." I felt sick, their voice was cold and chastising.

I shook my head, knowing very well that it wouldn't do me any good. I felt the pinch of the needle into my skin, tiny ripples of pain ran from the spot in my arm where he had placed the needle. I swear I could feel the liquid being pushed into my body.

My knees became weak, and I would have fallen had it not been for the person pushing my body against the van.
"It didn't have to come to this. If you'd just been compliant then I wouldn't have had to drug you." Words were starting to blur together and I was losing control of my body. He picked me up, pulling me into his chest and carrying me to the back of the van, distantly the clinking of metal being open alerted me to the idea that there were 2 doors. He lay me down and then slammed the door closed. Doors opened then closed and the engine started up.

I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness until the darkness won.

***

Dry mouth, holy shit did I have a bad case of it. I was groggy too, and freezing cold. My body was shaking and I was finding it hard to concentrate.

"And on breaking news tonight we have a plea from police who are desperately looking for Anna Taylor who is missing. Miss Taylor was last seen leaving work at a popular high-end shopping mall. Early reports are saying that centre security found her handbag and car keys on the ground by her car. There appears to be signs of a struggle as one of her shoes was found several meters away with traces of blood. No money was missing from her purse and whilst police say it's too early to tell, this appears to be a targeted kidnapping. People with any information are strongly urged to contact police." The radio announcement finished and music began to play again.

  "Anna Taylor hey. Such a nice name for such a pretty girl." Shudders ran through me when I heard their voices.
"You should have been more careful, now they know she was actually kidnapped and not just fed up with her job. And for fucks sake where is she bleeding from?!" Someone yelled, I flinched. This was a new voice and they sounded pissed.

The vans engine switched off and doors opened. I struggled to move backwards so that I was deeper in the cavity of the car but stopped when my back hit something solid, I tried anything I could to get away from the people outside. The back door opened and I shuddered as the cold air flooded the inside of the van.

"Her knees are bleeding. It was her knees, goddamn it Ry. Why didn't you tell David? And for fucks sake was it too hard to pick up her fucking shoe?!" Metal opened again and my upper arm was grabbed and I was pulled up and out of the centre of the van. I whimpered as I was pulled awkwardly into someone's body. The ground beneath my foot was cold and I felt like I was standing in a puddle.