Help!

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*Sam's P.O.V*

He pulled me to a second class seats. My hands are shaking so much, my hands might just fall off. I'm not even joking.

"Sit down bitch. Don't make a big fuss." He scolded, and I sat down obediently. How am I so calm about this? It's not like he's gonna rape me right? Oh god damn, help!

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The next ten minutes were calm. Excepts from the fact that every frikin person was looking for me.

I know I should have cried for help, but how could I when he threatened to beat the shit out of Beau?! I know , I know. I'm being stupid. But as soon as I try to cry for help, my courage diminishes into specks of dust. I just can't...

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Me and that, got off the plane and somehow got through border security. What?! I guess they haven't heard the news. SAM IS MISSING MOTHER FUCKERS!

"Get in bitch," Joe gestured towards the cab we were standing in front of. Is this kidnapping?

I refused to go in, and started to run away, but I guess Joe was too fast for me because he I was out cold as soon as some cloth hit my face... What... The... Fuck...

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