~Paige~
My bed felt cold and hard. I tried to lift myself up when I felt a shaking, but my hands were bound together by rope. Is this a nightmare? I realizednow that I wasn't in my bed, but in the back of a van with no idea how I got here, or where I am going. I shed a tear, took a deep breath and I sucked it up. I cannot show emotion right now and crying will not make this situation any better. I needed to know how much of my strength I have left, maybe I can fight, or in the very least run. My legs were not tied, and though I felt weak, I could now wiggle my toes. Whatever sedative I was given was beginning to wear off. The van came to a halt and I realized my best bet at this moment was to pretend I was still asleep. Maybe, just maybe I'd be able to figure a way out of this mess. The van doors in the back slid open. I steadied my breathing and held my eyelids shut, careful not to squint my eyes too tightly. I felt a pull at my anklesthat made my body slide down towards the back of the van at the doors. I could feel my heart beating faster and I had an irresistible urge to open my eyes but I held them shut. I felt him slide his hand up my thigh, and into my shorts. I wanted to scream but I remained silent.
A phone rang and I heard a deep husky voice say,"Shit."
"Hello," the man's voice said. "Yes I got the little bitch, it wasn't easy though, I had to kill her friend for trying to be a hero," he said as evil laughter left his voice.
My heart sank—Nicole was dead, my best friend, my sister. Rage boiled up inside me and I lunged out both legs and kicked the large bald man in the chest. He let out a growl and dropped his phone.
I took off running.
I was in unfamiliar woods, dark, cold, and barefoot.
I could hear him running to catch up to me—the sounds of the brush moving and crunching just grew closer.
I panicked and squatted down behind a patch of trees to hide.
I tried to get the rope off my wrists, with no luck. I needed a weapon. I needed a plan.
I saw the man through the cracks of the treeswalking closer to where I was. Looking around at the brush on the ground, I spotted a large branch.
I pulled at it as best I could with my wrists tied, but it was hung up in something in the brush.
I looked back through the cracks and didn't see him.
I pulled at the branch again, this time breaking it free.
I felt a snatch into the back of my hair, and my head was yanked backward.
I felt him breathing, his breath smelled of liquor on my neck.
"You're more trouble than you're worth, bitch," he said before slamming my forehead into the tree that I had hid behind.
I awoke on a mattress on the floor of some messy shack.
My arms were over my head, and my bound wrists were now hooked onto something on the wall.
I felt a tickle at my foot, and looked down to find a rat next to it as if cuddling it for warmth. I screamed and the damn thing didn't budge.
I kicked at it to keep it from getting any closer than my feet.
Finally, it ran off.
It was so disgusting, my skin was crawling.
Desperate to break free, I yanked at my bound wrists.
Creepy bald man must have heard me as he came back in and this time with company.
A tall red-haired man, with a long red beard, wearing all camouflage, approached me.
He had a can of beer in his hand and he just stood over me grinning like an ugly opossum.
"Boy, you weren't lying. She's a pretty one," hesaid just before chugging his beer and letting out a long burp.
"It wasn't as easy as he made it out to be either, that's why I'm upping the price," the bald man stated.
"We hold all the cards now. If he wants her badly enough, he can pay more," he added.
"I got an idea!" said the bearded ginger.
"Here, take my phone and get a picture of me with her," the redhead said as he handed the phone to the bald man.
He got down on the mattress on the floor with me. I spat at him, hoping he would just leave me alone.
"Oh, we are kinky aren't we?" he said with a disgusting smile as he wiped the spit from his beard.
The big creepy bald man was taking pictures while the redhead groped at my breasts.
"Take her shorts off," he said as he snapped pictures, or maybe he was recording by this point.
I could feel bile in my throat as he slipped my shorts down.
I had given up; I wanted to die.
His smelly beer breath met my lips for a kiss and that did it—I threw up.
"Nasty bitch!" he shouted at me before landing a punch on my face.
I could feel fire on my face where his fist landed. I tried to put my mind in another place but my mind went back to Nicole. It's my fault she's dead; I deserve what I am getting.
The vomit-covered creep went off to another room I assume to clean up, while the creepy bald man was left still in the room.
"You did that to yourself. You're making this hard on yourself," he said before making a call.
"Did you get my text?" he said to the phone.
"Yes I need double, the little bitch is a pain in the ass!" he shouted to the phone.
He scrolled through his phone screen then put the phone back to his ear.
"I have another text coming your way, did you get it?" he started laughing into the phone.
"So understand this, if you don't have double what you offered in my account in the next hour,we'll have a little playtime with your girlfriend here," he said with a deep laugh before hanging up the phone.
Girlfriend? I thought, this isn't a random kidnapping, and this isn't just ransom, he said "double what you offered." These creeps are being paid to do this! I am with Adrian, though, he wouldn't do this to me. If he wanted to kidnap me he could've done so on so many occasions already. It had to be Vince, but how would he have known where I was?
"Who was that?" I asked slightly, afraid to hear the answer.
"Don't pretend you don't know," the bald man said.
"I don't know, maybe you have the wrong girl."
"No sweetheart, I don't…Vince had a tracker put in your car and he gave me a photo to help me to identify you.
Only you don't look so pretty now," he added, with a laugh.
I could feel anger boiling up inside of me like a volcano about to blow.
I gritted my teeth to keep from saying anything until I could calm down again.
"Anyhow, if I don't have my money by seven…Well, we'll make use of you until we're bored. Then we'll kill you," he said while rubbing his gun in the holster like it was his prick.
"What time is it?" I asked in panic.
"It's 5:30. I told him an hour, but since I am such a good guy, I'm giving him until seven." He said with a grin.
"The banks won't be open until around 8 though," I said.
He roared with laughter.
"Morning has come and gone, you slept the day away after that little work out you had last night," he said with the most smart ass tone.
I wanted to hurt him. Remembering the kick I gave him in the stomach, I decided to be a smart ass right back.
"How does that beer belly feel by the way?" I said with satisfaction.
He nodded his head and kicked me in the ribs.
"Thanks for the reminder, I did owe you one," he said in my ear right before he walked off.