Their Secret Weapon

                                                             PROLOGUE

January 14

It's been a week since you took me. That night was still fresh in my mind. I was laying in bed, tired after a long day from celebrating my 16th birthday. I knew you where coming..you told me you where. I just didn't believe it at the time. Slowly minitues ticked by until it was 12:34. You had told me two months before that at 12:35 you would be there, in my home, to take me away. I hadn't believed you. Though maybe I did a little since I was having problems falling asleep.

Maybe I should have told my dad about our talk, about our kiss..then none of this may have happened. But you had me under your spell. I was completely charmed by your looks and the sweet words you spoke. Besides you looked nothing like a terrorist, nor did you sound like one. Your skin was snow white, thick brown hair, large hazel eyes and full lips that where always curved into a smirk. Your voice sounded american, it was deep and smooth like honey..so comforting and safe. Maybe thats why I didn't struggle when you picked me up from my bed and told me to stay quiet as you handed me to some other man I didn't regonize. I had just nodded my head and closed my eyes. Wanting to do everything you told me to, just to please you. 

I don't know how you got away with kidnapping me..how not one person noticed that in the middle of the night I was taken from my bed and carried to a sleek black car sitting right in our driveway. You had guts, you must have known my father was a marine. That's why you took me..that was the plan to use me to get what you want, only I didn't know that then, maybe if I had I would have never gotten in that car with you so willingly.

But I did, and now I am here handcuffed and tied to a chair, with a video camera in my face fake begging for someone to save me.