When Kidnappers Kidnap The Wrong Girl (English)

A Cold Night

POV Alexis

Date: October

It felt like hours. Hours in the dark, packed with 50 girls on our way to God knew where. We had been tied to an air pipe with a rope, which I didn't really understand because there was literally no way out of an aeroplane. Well yhea, falling. But I didn't really want to do that. Anyhow, loads of girls were sick or crying while others had gone KO or sat silently against the back. I had been dropped next to a small red-haired girl. She told me her name was Malia and she was only fifteen years old. She had been taken when she walked home from school. Just, scooped up and thrown into a van. It was terrifying, all of it. We were sitting in the plane, waiting, hoping for some miracle of sorts. And then, it started to lower its altitude. "What's happening?" Malia, scared and tears running down her face, asked with a shaky voice. "We're going to land or we're going to crash. Either way, we are going down," Malia's eyes widened while I grinned lightly. "Are.. Are we going to die?" I looked at her and I gave her a small smile. "No, but I think that when we land, we wished that we had."

"Okay girls move it! On your feet!" A thundering voice echoed through the plane. A few guys were loosening the ropes with which our hands were bound and others were getting the girls on their feet. "I said, move!" The man once again yelled. My hands were unbound, and I was pushed towards the exit. Again, a bright light shone upon us which made it almost impossible to see what or who was around us. "Move!" another man shouted and gave me a hard push. I looked around trying to let my eyes get used to the dark. Is was around midnight, or after that even. It was dark and relatively warm. I walked or was actually pushed out of the plane and let my eyes get used to the light. We were on a pier, a landing place for planes. It was big and open. Surrounding the plane were a dozen black vans, the same ones we had been thrown into back at home. I looked around, there must be a way to get out of here. But the only thing I saw were men, cramming girls into vans and shouting at each other. I bit on the inside of my cheek, thinking. But after what happened at home with the girl, everyone was terrified of escaping. Various men were escorting girls towards vans and loading them in. Think Alexis! I stopped walking. The guy who was leading us towards the van turned around angrily. "Move it!" he bellowed. "No," It came out a bit squeaky, but I had said it. "Move," this time it had a dark tone to it. "No," a simple reply. He raised his hand to strike and I reacted. I ducked, twirled low behind him and kicked in the hollow of his knee. That made him drop down. I was actually shaken about what I had just done. Holy hell. Some girls looked at me, staring, gazing. Before I knew it, I was grabbed by two different men, got hit in the stomach and was dragged towards one of the vans. I trashed, weakly, but nothing worked. Anyhow, where would I have gone if I managed to escape? I don't even know where I am!

The ride in the van was shorter this time, but I was exhausted. The girls who had been in the van with me had not said a single thing, while I had desperately tried to break open the doors. My hands were bloody and bruised and my head was spinning. Not a moment later the van stopped and the men got out. Again, we were hauled out of the vans and into the unknown. I was now standing on a dirt ground and when my eyes got used to the dark surroundings I noticed that we were standing in a forest. A bunch of men were leading us through the forest while shouting commands. "Where are we going?" Malia who had crept up next to me asked silently. I shrieked and I wanted to say something, but I was cut off by another man. "Okay, open the door!" I pushed myself forward through the group of girls to see, well, the door. There was a small building next to it, the men who were guiding us greeted the men in the building and walked through the now open doors. It was too much for me to take in. The room to which the doors had opened, wasn't a room. It was an elevator. And when around more than a dozen girls were crammed in there, it started to lower. Holy shit, what is happening? This isn't a fucking X-Men movie! We didn't go down very far, within half a minute we were pushed out of the elevator into a large underground open space. Everywhere hallways ended at this open place, it looked bizarre. From one of the halls some men, or more boys, they didn't look any older than twenty, walked towards the men that had brought us here. They greeted each other, high fived, bro hugged, just like normal boys. One of my eyebrows rose and I looked weirdly at what was happening. "So, these are the new toys?" one lad said. The man nodded and the boys cheered. "With some extra for Mr Du Luca. We had a bit of a hard time with this one," he nodded at me, and the boys then took their turn looking. Me being, well, me. Gave them a bitchy glare before one of them approached me. "So, troublemaker. What to do with you?" I narrowed my eyes, raised one brow and looked at him with my famous bitch glare. I didn't say anything. "Oh, this one is going to be fun," another lad behind him responded. My glare turned into an absent gaze. After my small encounter with a couple of dickheads we were led through the halls. It had been terrifying, and my knees felt weak. We took left and right turns and within a minute I had lost track of the way back. We walked through so many halls that escaping seemed impossible. After a while, we reached a long hallway with rooms left and right. Not even remotely careful, we were thrown into a random room while they slammed the door shut. They locked it behind them. I had a hard time breathing but I didn't show it. What the hell was happening here? I looked around the room and saw three bunk beds. On the top bunks of two of them, two girls were talking. I think it was Italian, they rambled on like crazy. They didn't seem panicked or anything. When we had gotten into the room they hadn't even looked our way, only winked at the guy who threw us in here. Because they seemed familiar here I thought I should just ask them if they knew anything. "Hey, uhm... My name is Alexis. Do you..." My voice cracked under my panicking thoughts about what the hell they would do to us here. "Do you know what's happening?" The girls had stopped their conversation and looked at me in a disapproving way. One responded something in Italian while the other one laughed. I just stood there awkwardly while they continued their conversation. I raised my brows and turned around to face Malia. She had stopped crying and looked at me weirdly. I raised my hands in a 'Gurl I have no idea either' kind of way and sat down on the floor. After a while, two other girls were brought into the room. Their appearance also made me think that they had been here longer than us, but they still looked scared shitless. I tried again. "Hi, I'm Alexis. What are your names?" It took a while for them to answer, but firstly the tallest one of the two girls responded. "My name is Anna," she looked at the girl she walked in with. "I'm Beatriz," I nodded and smiled lightly. The meeting was awkward but soon some small talk took place. I was studying the girls as we talked. Beatriz was Spanish, she had long straight dark brown hair covered with highlights and typical brown eyes. She looked like a serious kind of girl, unlike Anna. She and I had already joked around a few times to lighten the mood. Anna was also Spanish and had brown eyes, but she had hair to her shoulders which were dark blonde. They were both very beautiful in their own way and you could see that they had known each other for a longer time. Before I could ask the real questions about what, why, how and who, we heard the door open.