His hand was slammed on the table and he shouted my name. I looked at him, startled. "I'm talking to you Annalise" he stated rather annoyed. "Oh sorry, I guess I was busy not listening" He took a deep breath in and started talking again. "You haven't eaten in two days - you need to eat." "And whose fault would that be?" I replied "Annalise I will not tell you again, eat your food." My food remained in front of me, getting colder as I poked it with some cutlery. I let go of my fork. It clattered back on the plate, sending noise through the quite house. "And I will not tell you again, I am not eating it." ----------- Eighteen-year-old Annalise Reid is a sporty and smart school girl when her world is turned on its head by none other than the one and only, Mason Reyes. Feared leader of the American Mafia, Mason is confident that he can get any girl he wants worshiping the ground he walks on but what happened when Annalise does not do what he wants? Will Mason break her into submission or will Annalise escape from the living hell that he is putting her through? Also sorry, the start is kind of rusty but if you stick at it I promise it will get better. Comments are welcome!! B xx

I see the man getting closer, see him grin and sprint even faster. I try to run, try to continue running, but, me, being clumsy just has to fall. The man grabs my hair and pulls me to his silver Chevy and puts me in the back. "Help me, please, help" I screech. I see the man glance back at me, but he's not a man, he looks to be my age around 15,16 and maybe even 17. "Shut up, or I'll kill you," he doesn't look like he's kidding. He suddenly slams on the breaks and gets out of the drivers seat and comes to open my door. Is this it, is he going to kill me, what did I do? The man grabs me by my hair and puts a cloth over my mouth! I feel so strange and then everything goes black. Alice Lacrosse is kidnapped... ...By John, Austin, Harry and Dakota... What will happen? ... Find out in ... Kidnapped Written by: BlizzardBre123

My mom always use to say most things stolen is often returned. ...why haven't I been returned yet?