I was only ten years old.
Snatched by two men in broad daylight.
I cried and screamed and kicked and punched but nothing worked. Their grasp on me was too strong and I was too vulnerable and weak to save myself.
I tried calling for help but by that time it was too late; I was thrown into the van like a rag doll. Two muscular hands wrapped around my mouth, shutting me up. My arms were handcuffed behind my back and my ankles were tied together by duct tape.
Scared was an understatement at this point.
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Holding Out For A Hero
FanfictionAva and Harry have been best friends since before they were born. They did everything together until that one tragic day life took a turn for the worst. Ten year old Ava Roberts was snatched up by two men after school, leaving a helpless Harry. To t...