Me and him (dating my dads best friend)

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The sound of footsteps and rustling wake me, I was having the best dream. I had dreamt that i was in my dads swimming pool with Chris Pratt when I was rudely awaken. Before I had chance to question why my dad was waking me up before even the sun had rose something was pressed tightly against my mouth. I tried to call out but I couldn't open my mouth. When I opened my eyes I was surrounded my darkness, I hadn't noticed that a bag had been put over my head. Two pairs of rough hands were holding my arms tightly and pulling me from my bed.

I didn't have chance to react, I was frozen with fear. It appears that the karate lessons my father had insisted on had not come in handy, I was too scared to even try and fight. I was limp, I was slumped in their arms it was like they were carrying dead weight. I wasn't fighting but that didn't mean I would make it easy for them.

My fighting spirit returned and I started to claw at the arms that held me. I knew that If I got the assailants skin under my fingernails they could be identified later. I started to worry about my dad and his safety, I hadn't heard him.  Why wasn't he shouting, i know my dad would fight tooth and nail for me so the fact that I couldn't hear him made me fear the worse.

If my dad was gone then they may as well kill me too, I wouldn't want to live without my father.

I tried to focus on the sounds, the smallest thing could help later on. I was lifted as we descended down the stairs, i could hear the heavy breathing of the man who held me. I was pressed against his chest, I could tell he was a big guy. He was carrying me with ease, his breathing didn't sound like he was struggling too much.

The purr of an engine made me jump , the man that held me whispered in my ear "you will be ok"

Was he joking, how could I possibly be ok. I was sincerely scared for my life, even more so after he spoke. His reassuring words had done little to calm me.

I was starting to hyperventilate and panicking more than I had before, I was placed down in a car and heard movement to my left. Because of the bag that was restricting my vision I wasn't sure what it was but I was pretty sure it was a woman. I could smell perfume and I could hear the faintest of feminine giggles.

The car roared to life and I jerked forward, the person to my left grabbed me and held me in my chair. I could feel her stiletto nails against my arm, I was right it was a woman. I couldn't understand why a woman would help two men kidnap another woman. I feared what was going to happen, I was usually so in charge of my own life that I felt lost.

I felt my tears splash against my chest and I sobbed. My throat hurt from the suppressed screams. My rusts rubbed against the binds that held them, as I moved my hands I could recognise the feel of silk against my skin. I guessed that my arms were tied with a silk scarf. I hoped that with a little work I would be able to escape from the bonds and remove the bag that stopped my vision.

"Stay still, your making this more stressful than it has to be" a sickly sweet voice says.

I recognise the woman's voice but I'm not sure where from. I rack my brains trying to figure the answer but it eludes me.

I listen as the two men argue over directions, the woman silences them both and directs them to our destination.

After 9 songs had played on the radio the car stops and I'm hauled out. I'm kicking and putting up a fight my the men don't hurt me as I thought they may. They guide me through some doors and set me on a hard bench.

I hear whimpering noises that match my own, I focus through the small gaps in the bag and think I see two others in the room.

The bag is ripped from my head and my my arms untied. I blink a few times and squeeze my eyes shut to deal with the light that's burning my retinas. My arms feel weak and heavy, I move my wrists and quickly remove the tape from my mouth.

I look around the room and gasp when I see the woman stood before me.

Her blonde hair shines under the lights and she smiles wickedly "surprise"