ABDUCTED

I'm still here

It's been 3 months and defective sheriff leads were cold on the missing case, pressure was mounting up from the victim's family, but no witnesses or CCTV cameras picked up who might have kidnapped Brenda. A few options had been ruled out and they were starting to consider that she might be dead, but the detective was still persistent.

On a cold Saturday night, she headed to a pub where she had a few informants. "I hope this pays off" she nurtured as she went in. "Hey, Johnny! What's good? Got anything for me?." Yea Yea Yea I do but what's in it for me ?" a lanky malnourished man responded. "how about I don't arrest you for abuse again? looks like you've been using it. Now tell me what you know".

In the last three months, Brenda tried to escape a few times but it's all been futile and she was punished severely. 

His home was so massive, he had CCTV Cameras everywhere. She wasn’t even sure where she was, there were no phones around except he's and she was watched 24 hours of the day. " I miss my mom, I miss Shayne(her finance). They must be worried sick or perhaps moved on. Maybe I cried a little, what about my friends?  they must have all tried to reach me and probably given up on me. I'm in this alone" she let out a deep sigh as she thought. She was done crying. She's been doing that for the past 2 months, now it's time to hatch a new escape plan. She swore she was going to save herself from this mess no matter what. 

Arnold was a successful businessman, tall and handsome, charming at first sight, and single. He met Brenda at a few functions but they never talked. He moved toward her on a few occasions but she didn't seem interested. As time passed he developed an insatiable liking for Brenda. He Sat for breakfast at his usual time with Brenda " are you comfortable? Please make sure you eat properly. I'll be going out for a meeting, please don't try anything funny or you'll pay for it" he said, unleashing a devious smile. it was a quiet breakfast, he remembered the night he took Brenda.  

He sat at the bar across Brenda and her friends as she celebrated her new success being on the cover of Vogue, he's been going after her for a while now and she tweeted about it. They've been drinking, ”perfect," he said, no one will notice. Brenda was drunk and got up to leave, she walked out of the bar and he followed behind her. "Excuse me, ma'am, would you like a ride home?" he asked politely. " I hope you won't be too expensive,'' Brenda replied, trying to find her balance. "No ma'am just hold on let me bring my car around," he said as he scurried off. He brought his car around, looked around, there were no witnesses or cameras around, he helped her get into the car and drove off, he looked at her through the rear mirror, and she passed out. "You're mine now my love" he whispered as he sped off.

" Oh my, I'm running late," he said. He got up from the table, walked towards Brenda, caressed her hair, and kissed her on the cheek. ”I'll be leaving now, make sure she doesn’t leave your sight,” he told his guards.