When Alessandra Harris is abducted by a crazed man that sees her as his doll, her group of friends set out to find out what happened to her.
Warning: Small amounts of stockholm syndrome will be included in this story! If that is not your cup of tea...
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It had been a little over 24 hours since Alessandra went missing. Her friends sat at the table in a heavy and uncomfortable silence with the occasional sniffle and cough. Alistair suddenly stood up angrily, startling everyone.
"This is total bullshit," he nearly growled out. Everyone silently agreed, staying tight lipped. They felt hopeless as they replayed what happened the previous night in their minds.
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"Hey, it's been like 10 minutes. Ale would have been here by now," Harvey chewed at his lip as he stared at his phone screen.
"That hotdog probably messed her up bad," Alistair chuckled while shaking his head. Farrah laughed, elbowing him.
"If she doesn't come back soon, I'm gonna head over there and drag her by her ear," Harvey mumbled as the line to the roller coaster slowly moved up.
Annette's stomach grumbled angrily, causing everyone to look over at her with amused looks on their faces. "Oh gosh, maybe that hotdog messed me up too," Annette's face slowly started turning a jade hue. She pushed Harvey out of the way as she ran towards the restrooms.
Everyone chuckled. It was known that state fair food wasn't actual food and you should stay away from it if you cared about your bowel movements. A few minutes later, Annette rushed to her brother and friends, visibly shaken. "Guys, I found Alessandra's phone," her voice trembled with worry.
Alistair broke out of his thoughts of craving pizza and sex when he heard Annette. "Huh?" He looked down at her hands as they shook. "Was she in the restroom?"
Annette couldn't find her voice, only shaking her head.
Farrah gasped, going pale. "Hey, let's not worry too much," Alistair swallowed, ignoring the deep gut feeling that was telling him to indeed worry that much. "Maybe she accidentally dropped it and uh, recognized someone and went to talk to them?" Alistair heard the unconvincing undertone in his deep voice and breathed out in worry knowing his friends heard it too.
"What are we doing just standing here?" Harvey gritted, ignoring Alistair and moving towards the bathroom. Farrah followed in suit, her eyes wide with distraught. Alistair grabbed Annette who was frozen, dragging her along. They reached the sketchy bathrooms, trying to look around but struggling with the night sky. Farrah nearly ran into the women's bathroom yelling Alessandra's name loud enough that everyone outside was able to hear it.
"Where did you find her phone?" Alistair questioned, growing with worry as each second passed. Annette pointed to the ground and Alistair nodded, noticing the grass was flat in the shape of a phone. He looked around the ground trying to find small footprints that would have matched Alessandra's
