Honey
The sweetest thing you could know. Her beauty is her weapon and she will use it to get what she wants at all costs. Unfortunately, she's not sure what she wants. But she has no problem going through anyone to find out.
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Jasmine walked out of her apartment building for her regular morning run. It had been a routine of hers for the past year she had been living there. Every morning at 8am, no excuses. She was excited and ready for her day. She stretched her arms and legs in preparation feeling the breeze blow past her. She smiled and waved at the mother and daughter walking past her. Jasmine never wanted love or a family. She was perfectly fine being alone, or at least that's what she tells herself.
She started jogging at a slow pace around the block. Her heart beat steadily increasing with her pace. She runs past the coffee shop and stops to breathe. She bends over with her hands on her knees and tries to catch her breath.
Suddenly she is snatched into the alley. Before she could scream a hand was placed over her mouth. With her wide eyes she watches her brand new white gym shoes drag against the pavement.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Is the last thing she hears before she is thrown in the back of a van.
"Helllllllllppp!Helllllp!" She yells at the top of her lungs when she realizes her mouth is uncovered. She looks around and sees it is completely dark. The windows on the van are black and there is a metal wall blocking her from seeing who was driving.
"LET ME OUT!! I HAVE MONEY!!" She yells banging her fists against the metal wall but nobody responds. No matter how much stress she feels she doesn't cry. She keeps her composure. She feels the van suddenly stop and she begins to bang on the metal wall again.
"LET ME OUUUUUUUUT!" She screams as loud as she can. She sighs and places her hand on her throat feeling the scratchiness in her throat. It was sore from the screaming she had done. But she started kicking the door or what she thought was a door desperate for freedom. She hoped that the door would give way or the noise would draw someone's attention.
Just when her kicks seemed to be pointless too the door swung open violently. Temporarily blinded she raised her arm and looked at the figure standing before her. It was Madam with a gun.
"Come on, I thought we'd have a little lunch date." Her heart beat slowed down and she sighed in relief. Jasmine concludes, this this was only Madam's attempt at keeping her privacy on where she lived. But Jasmine still could not piece together why she was holding a gun. But still afraid Jasmine stepped out of the van and into the garage they were in. Madam motioned with the gun for Jasmine to keep walking and go into the house.
Madam walked behind Jasmine slowly leaving a small distance between them. Madam still held up the gun towards Jasmine in case she decided to run. The women get in the house and Jasmine turns around clueless on where to go or what to do. Her forehead began to sweat and her hands were tingling. She felt her instincts telling her to run. But the gun in Madam's hand told her she wouldn't make it. She had to think of something, and fast.
