Kidnapped (☆Sequel Is Published☆)

Missing Poster

"I already fucking told you! If you have to use the bathroom, there's a bucket right there!" I say angrily.

Her eyes move to the small, metal bucket sitting in the corner of the room. Her arms were still tightened around her back after her failed attempt to flee.

She turns her head away and looks down. I knew she had to go to the bathroom. She had drinken an entire water bottle again.

"Stop being so stubborn and fucking piss already," I say, pulling out a role of duct tape. I pull a piece out and rip it with my teeth, walking closer to the girl. She flinches and turns her head away.

I aggressively pull her face toward me after bending down to her level. I slap the piece of tape on her mouth tightly. She starts breathing heavily as I get up.

I stand at the doorway, checking everything. I couldn't have her making a single sound.

"I have to go," I mutter. I close her door and lock it, making sure no one could go in, and she couldn't get out.

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I begin to walk down the road to the entrance of Walmart. Just as I reach the front doors, I see a few people at a stand. I freeze.

"Please, tell people about this. We need to be heard," one woman says. I slowly walk that way, trying to avoid a conversation.

Just as I thought I almost made it, a girl hands me a peice of paper. I recognized her almost immediatly.

"Please. Help us find her," she says. I take the paper from Emma's friend quickly, jogging away into the store. If she had just a second more of looking, she would have know who I was. That was too close.

I make my way down the store. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but Emma had to eat sometime. I wasn't going to waste my good food on her.

As I pause and look around for something to give her, I pull the paper out. Just as I had thought, Emma's face was plastered everywhere. Not just on this missing poster, all over the city, the state. Missing posters everywhere. Taped to trees, poles, walls, cars. Everyone was invested.

I tuck the paper back into my pocket before reaching up to grab pancake batter for the girl. I'm not planning on cooking anything though.

Just as soon as I turn to pay for the batter, something catches my eye. A rope. I walk to it and smirk to myself. I take the rope and go to buy it. I could whip her with it instead of making my wrists sore everyday.

"Have you heard about that kidnapped girl?"

I turn around quickly, nodding. A man, maybe in his 30's, was shaking his head. "I have no hope for her. It's been 2 weeks, and no evidence or anything," he says. "What do you think?"

I shrug. "I don't really pay attention to any of it," I say. I wanted to avoid the conversation, but he kept talking. I was beggining to think about Emma.

Was she free? Was she screaming for help? Are the cops surrounding my house? Is she being saved?

"$9.87 please," the older woman says. I take my grocery bag and give her a ten. "Keep the change," I say. I wanted to leave badly. My anxiety was rising.

Once again, I'm stopped. Not by Emma's friend, by an officer. I take a deep breath and smile. My heart was racing.

"Have you heard of the kidnapping of Emma Wilson?" He says. He stood a bit taller than. He was intimidating, that's for sure. I nod.

"Take this," he says, handing me the same poster from before. "We need all the help we can get." He walks away with a smile. I sigh and close my eyes with relief. Now I had two peices of paper that were completely pointless to me.

I walk out the opposite doors and look to where the stand was. Many concerned people were gathered, having conversations and trying to figure out what had happened. I smile and shake my head. Dumbasses.

My eyes kept darting back and forth to Emma's friend. I didn't know her name, but I recognized her from my first attempt. I could take her, too. Make them do things to each other. That's merely a dream, though, isn't it?

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"I got you something," I say, walking into the room. I pull out the pancake batter and shake it with a smile. "Food."

I walk over to her, ripping the tape off her face. She gasps and begins to breathe normally.

I take a small cup and fill it about halfway with batter before setting it down next to her. She looks at it, confused and probably eager. I hadn't fed this girl for almost 2 weeks. She was starving.

I cut the ties around her bruised wrists. She immediatly grabs the cup and tips it in her mouth, pouring as much powder as she can into her throat. I make my way to grab the rope, folding it in half.

"Did you like it?" I ask. She coughs and sets the cup down after finishing. I furrow my eyebrows. "I asked you a question. Don't disrespect me!" I swing the rope and whip her side. She yelps and holds the spot. I hit her again and again until she was crying and begging me to stop.

"Did you like what I gave you?" I ask. She nods and holds her side. I give her one last whip before setting the rope down and pulling her hands behind her back. I pause. "I need you to use the bathroom," I say.

"I don't need to," she says quietly. I tilt my head and give her a sympathetic face. "Aww, do you think I fucking care?" I say sarcastically. I look at her seriously, standing above her. "I didn't ask. Go to the bathroom."

I lean down and untie the rope from around her legs. I trusted her not do do anything stupid while having complete freedom.

She gets up and sniffles. Her eyes slightly watched me as she pulled down her pants and squatted above the bucket. Just to make the situation more uncomfortable, I stare at her. She looks away and finishes her business.

I tie her back up and roughly shove her back against the wall.

"Oh, look at this," I say. I unfold a missing poster and show it to her. She leans forward, examining it. Her eyes go wide as and looks at me. "That's me," she says quietly.

"No shit." I say, folding it back up. She starts breathing excitedly. I scoff.

"No one is ever going to find you. After a couple months, everyone will assume you're dead and no one will care anymore. You're not important and no one really cares about you. Give it up, Emma. You're going to be here for the rest of your pointless life."