The Pictures We Paint/ #wattys2019

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"Fine, I'll come, I've packed a suitcase upstairs, can I bring that?"
The man nodded to one of his men and I could hear the quick thumps of the a mans footsteps upstairs a few seconds later.

"Ready?" The man asked. I sighed and placed the knife down on the counter and took a few steps forward.

"Who cares if I'm ready? Wasn't exactly prepared when you barged into my home and now are kidnapping me."

"Alright, alright ma'am. Boys! Lets move out!" He turned to me and nodded to follow.

When they began to turn away I picked up the knife back up and slipped it up my baggy sleeve. I walked purposely towards the front of the gaggle of men and waited till we were out the door.

It was pitch black outside beside the weak light of the lampposts. I glanced up at the inky sky and count to three.
When the first tips of winds fingers stroked my face, I attacked.

Slamming my feet on the back of the masked mans knees, feeling triumphant as he stumbled to the ground, I leapt over him and shoved the man in front as forcefully as I could.

Two men grabbed hold of my arms but I jabbed at their fingers till they let go, screaming and thrashing like a rag doll. I hit the butt of the knife on the another's head and ran towards the road but was quickly tackled to the ground.

I screamed and tried to stab the knife at his masked face but he grabbed my arm easily and pressed my arm down beside my head. I spat and kicked but he only held my arms down tight, his legs wrapped around my waist.

My energy soon wore out and I lay, breathing heavily, on the ground holding back my anger tears.

"Get off me,"

"Not till you agree to compile."

He met my anger eyes with his stern grey ones and I sighed and nodded. He stood up and tried to get me to my feet but I shook him off.

"I going to handcuff you to me, we can't let you escape." He took a handcuff that his comrade had passed to him and swiftly attached it to mine then his.

"What have I done, God what have I done?" I began to shout in frustration.

"You have to keep quiet ma'am. Please." I looked over to the soft voice. A tall slim man stood beside me, his face covered with a mask but blue eyes soft with kindness.

"Oh shut up you-" I was unable to finish my snarky statement as the man I was handcuffed yanked me away.

"There's a motor parked round the corner next to the field, are they yours by the way?"

"Belonged to my father, guess their mine, my uncles work on it."

The man glanced at me for a second and nodded. "Well we parked there, so to avoid suspicious you need to hold my hand, look as though we're going in together."

"What? Like a couple?"

"No, like ordinary folk. Can you do that?"

"Ordinary folk don't do that though."

"But can you?" I looked around at the at least thirty men that surrounded us.

"What about all your men."

"They know what to do, just remember to act normal, how you usually act."

"Oh you mean when I'm not being kidnapped, handcuffed, escorted to an unknown vehicle to an unknown location with men I don't know, who are threatening to drug me me if I don't complied?"

"Exact-"

"-or when my entire family isn't being kidnapped, my house being broken into to, my front door being destroyed, rounds shot at my ceiling and being refused information that I'm more than slightly entitled to?"