My body jerked as we flailed around in the back of what I was sure now was an old van. I felt claustrophobic with the hood over my head, the thick air of tension and the twist ties biting into my wrists it was suffocating. Not to mention that there were easily seven men in the back of the van with us making it feel even more confined.
It didn't make sense. What did they want? Why did they come to Nolan's house and kidnap us? I took a shaky breath and tried to calm the swelling panic in my chest; we were probably going to die. I have never felt so terrified before in my life, afraid of what someone bigger than myself could do. I hate that there is no way for me to fight back; even if I did get one good hit in before they downed me. These men were bigger, stronger and rougher than most men id met ever, and id only spent a few minutes with them.
I could hear some of the men talking quietly about mundane things like what they had for supper and what their weekend plans were. I didn't know how to react. It was almost like my body was in shock waiting for my mind to fully process what was happening. I felt my body slide roughly into one of the men's legs, at least I assumed was his leg; as we rounded a sharp corner and began to slow down. I wished if anything that I could see something, some kind of sign as to where we were and where we were headed. That way if I could managed to get to a phone I could call the police; not that I had much faith that it would happen.
The van came to a stop and the men began piling out of the back. I could hear Nolan groaning as they pulled him out of the truck. It was a low, pained grown that made me worry that something was broken after the hits he took. I felt strong hands grip around me as I flailed, shuffling as best I could while being bound; trying to fight away the man.
"Stop moving" he grumbled grabbing me roughly around the waist and yanking me roughly out of the truck. It was John, I could tell by his voice; it wasn't like I really knew him but I recognized his voice from at the house. I felt my head bump the door as he tossed me over his shoulder; probably similar to how someone would toss a potato bag over their shoulder. I tried desperately to see anything through the hood but all I could make out were blurred shapes and colors as the bright lights shone through the fabric.
"He wants him in the back" I could hear a man say over the shuffling of feet and muffled conversation. "Who is that?" the same voice asked coming closer to me and my captor.
"I couldn't well leave her at Nolan's, she would have called the cops" John said before he moved again. His shoulder pressing into my stomach as he marched along to some unknown room somewhere.
It wasn't long before he dropped me rather roughly to the ground. I could feel the cold cement touch my bare legs as I watched clouded figures move about the room. There was talking in the distance as footsteps approached us getting closer and closer with every step. I could feel the panic welling up inside me again, a fear for my life. It was odd that in this moment, this situation; I found myself wondering more about my parents than my safety. Was this how they felt the night those men came to our home. Terrified and lonely.
"Why are there two people here?" a deep voice echoed not far from where we were placed on the floor. The kind of voice that gave you shivers the kind that made you cringe and imagine a killer, someone with darkness in them. His voice sounded so void of anything, no emotions, strictly business.
"The woman was at the house with Nolan. I figured you would rather have two people here than a body turning up down town" he said idly, as if this kind of thing happened all the time. I could hear voices in the distance slowly getting louder followed by the echoing of footsteps.
"At this point I would have preferred a body down town, we have had enough liabilities tonight"
"Enough" a cool sultry voice said with demanding authority. "Remove the hoods and let's go I have other business to attend to" I couldn't mistake that voice anywhere, even now with such a sharp edge it sent a shiver down my spine. Cameron. The hood was removed roughly and the onslaught of light hurt my eyes as they tried to adjust. We were in a large industrial building, the kind that might have once been a factory but was now abandoned. There were rows of tables set up with various weapons laid out and boxes with more ammo and weapons in them. There were men all around us, most of them armed; casually standing and waiting for Cameron to speak.
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Captivated
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