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Nothing disturbs a person's slumber more than kicking in their door at 4 in the morning, but for some reason, it happens when you least expect it. I didn't expect it one bit. One minute I'm sleeping in my boyfriend's arms and the next, a gun is pointed in my face and I'm accused of being a terrorist! Alone and afraid for my life, I'm dragged from my bed with nothing on expect a large t-shirt and a pair of Ray's boxers. Ray, my boyfriend, nowhere in sight. Am I being arrested? These men....they don't look like police. I don't see any badges or police attire. Just men dressed in all black. Who are they? Shaking in fear and shock, I scamper back until my back hits the head board. A tall man hands his gun over to another man then proceeds to climb into the bed to blind fold and handcuff me. Too afraid to even fight him, I just let him. My teary eyes dart from one person to another before everything goes dark. I can't speak or even muster up a proper scream as the man secures the fold before pulling me from bed and shoving me forward towards my front door. I trip and stumble over my feet, almost falling, but no one helps me. Tears soak through the fabric as my whole body shakes. I'm too afraid to ask any questions in fear of dying, but I'd really like to know what is going on. The five other men who entered my apartment begin rummaging or from the sounds, more like trashing my apartment in hopes of finding something. What do they wish to find? I have not the slightest idea. Stumbling over the welcome mat in the doorway, I'm led out of my apartment and to my surprise, no one opens their door to see what's going on. Not even my nosy neighbor, Rita. She opens her door just to see what's in my grocery bag, but won't open her door when I'm being kidnapped! See if I feed her cat ever again while she is out of town. I know I'm outside when the cold October air hits me. Hissing, I cringe and try to turn away from the air, but the man continues to pull me by my arm. "Please, I don't know what's going on." I sniff and plead, the first sentence I can actually get out, but he doesn't say anything. The wind whips my hair around in my face, but I can't move it away.The cold bites at my skin and my whole body shakes, furiously. They could have let me put on some clothes or something, anything! Hearing a car pull up, the man opens the door and pushes my head down before forcing me in. I should scream or kick or something, but fear hinders me from doing so. For some reason I just know no one would help me anyways. In the car, it's warm and smells new. My body still shivers from the shock of what's happening. Where is Ray? Why would be just leave without telling me? He tells me everything. We've been together for 2 years and he has never even gotten a speeding ticket so why are these men looking for him? I want to ask all these questions, but the silence in the car tells me that nothing will be discussed or answered. Suddenly, I feel something touch me and I flinch before realize that it's a jacket being placed over my legs. Blinded, I turn towards the person sitting next to me. "T-Thank you" I mumble, but no answer. As the ride goes on, I calm a bit, but my mind continues to race. I think about all the possible ways that these people would kill me. They could drown me or push me off a cliff. Maybe they have some mid-evil torture chamber that slices me in half. That last idea almost makes me laugh which scares me. I'm totally in denial now. I should be pleading for my life, but instead I'm making mental jokes. I've made their job easy with my willingness to just go without demanding so much as clothes or shoes. What is wrong with me? I roll my eyes under the blind fold and suddenly, my bladder signals for a release. Just great, I should have asked to pee before we left. Nervously, I shift "Excuse me" No answer. Okay, they are just being rude now. "I have to use the restroom....really bad." Frustration grows when no one says anything. I sigh and turn my head to the stranger next to me "If I pee in this car, I'm sure you all would be angry...not that you're probably not angry now, but angrier. It will only take a second, I swear" When silence lingers, I'm open my mouth to say something, but I'm interrupted. "Turn here." Finally, he speaks. Whoever he is. I feel the car turn right and 10 minutes later it stops. The back car door opens and cold air blows in. I feel a hand reach out for me and pull me from the backseat. I'm about to get out when the large hand presses against my shoulder "Wait" I remain seated and feel my right leg being lifted by a warm hand. Suddenly, I feel a shoe being slipped onto my feet. My shoe. It's my size. He must have grabbed them from the apartment. Did he grab clothes too? The person repeats the action with my left foot before slipping a pair of what I assume are my sweat pants that were on the side of the bed on my legs, confirming my earlier question to myself. When they are half way up my thighs, he yanks me onto my feet and I nearly fall only to have him steady me. Mr. Stranger, a name I've so rightfully given him, pulls the pants up to my waist before tugging me to walk. We enter a building and he leads me around till I smell what smells like a public bathroom. I hear him push a stall door open before turning me around and lighting pushing me to step backwards. What the hell is he doing? "Aren't you going to uncuff me?" "No" Is all he says before he pulls the pants and my panties down. I gasp loudly "What are you doing? This is s****l harassment!" I've heard of perverted people who get their kicks off watching people pee. This man is disgusting. "Shut up and sit down" He groans and I stand there with a pout on my face, but my bladder tells for me to shut up. Sucking up my pride, I sit slowly before meeting what I'm sure is a disgusting, unsanitary toilet seat. Ew Ew Ew. Is all I think? I'm about to let it out when I feel him watching me "Excuse me, can you turn around or something? I can't pee with you watching. It's not like I'm going anywhere" I hear his shoes take two steps "Hurry up" I hope he is turned around. Still feeling uncomfortable, I push it away as my bladder screams to be emptied. I awkwardly start to pee and I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. People in prision don't even get this treatment. The only person who has ever heard or seen me pee is Ray and it took a year just for that to happen. When I'm done, I realize that I can't wipe when my hands cuffed. "Tissue" I mumble, hoping Mr. Stranger will catch the hint and take the cuffs off. I hear him step inside the stall and tear a piece of tissue. Oh, I know he isn't about to do what I... I can't even complete the thought because Mr. stranger forcefully leans me forward and wipes me. "Invasion of privacy!!!" I yell as he yanks me up and pulls my pants up. Pulling me forward, I halt in my step and pull away "No! I'm not going! I demand to know where you're taking me! I didn't do anything wrong." Backing up until I nudge a sink. "Let's go. I dont' have time for your s**t" He orders, but I don't move. Pressing my lips in a line, I raise an eyebrow and hope he sees it. "No, I refuse. Why won't anyone listen to me?" I plead, but I know deep down that he could care less. When he tugs my arm once more, I pull away again nearly falling back, but I catch my balance. Mr. Stranger groans and before I know it, I'm being thrown over his shoulder. Kicking and screaming, my hair falls into my face and my mouth. His arm tightens around my thighs as he carries me out, steadily. Even thrashing around, he has a good strong hold on me. When we are back outside, I hear the car door open and a deep chuckle sounds "Got your hands full with this one, huh?" "f**k you" Mr. Stranger says as he basically throws me into the back seat. Still kicking, my foot meets something and I hear a yell and groan "s**t!" I kicked him! Yes! The asshole deserves it for what he did in that bathroom. I sit up in the seat as the other voice chuckles again. "Awe, don't piss your pants. It's barely bleeding. Let's go. Boss is waiting." I feel Mr. Stranger slide in next to me and he slams the door closed. The car quickly moves again and I can't help, but smirk to myself. As time goes on, I begin to see the sun shining through the blind fold. It's morning and I still don't know what's going on. No one is listening to me and won't tell me why they are kidnapping me. All the events are beginning to weigh down on me. I'm so sleepy, but too nervous to let sleep consume me. The darkness of the blind fold only makes my eyes grow heavier. I want to stay awake too see where we are going, but my body is slowly shutting down from abruptly being woken up earlier. Losing the fight against my sleep, I doze off against my will. "Hey, wake up" I hear Mr. Stranger's deep voice in my ear as he shakes me awake. I open my eyes and remember that I have the blind fold on. "Hmm" I moan. Reaching up to rid my eyes of the cloth, he catches my wrists "No" He grabs my arm and pulls me from the car. I begin to fall and he catches me before I hit the ground. My heart begins to beat hard as I walk forward. "Where are you taking me?" I try to stop walking, but Mr. Stranger yanks me forcefully "No more games!" He hisses. Starting to freak out, I pull against him. "No! Let me go! You're all going to jail for this as soon as Ray finds me" I cry as another set of hands push me forward. I'm pulled into a cold place, not as cold as outside, but still cold enough to give off no warmth. The men's shoes on the floor are the only things audible. All that runs through my mind is that I'm about to die for something I didn't do. Whatever is going on is a misunderstanding that I can sort out if only I could talk to Ray. We take a sharp left and I feel a temperature change in the room. It's a bit warmer, almost too warm. Mr. Stranger pulls me down on a chair and walks off. I listen for anything, but I get nothing. I know he is still in the room because he only took about four steps. Suddenly, I hear another pair of shoes clipping against the floor in the distance. Almost like the sound of dress shoes. I know because I work at as a secretary at a bank. It's all I hear all day. The steps come closer until they are right in front of me. Looking around blindly, I hear a door close and then a hand touches the side of my face, pulling off the blind fold. I blink a few times, but my eyes don't have time to adjust before the hand slaps me hard. I yell out as it leave he feeling of fire on my cheek. Tears immediately spring from my eyes as the pain spreads over my skin like little needle sticks. "Where is he?!" A deep English voice yells. I don't reply and again he slaps me, causing me to see little white dots. "I don't know!" I sob as the pain radiates over my skin. I look up and the man is tall and manly looking. Even in the suit, I can tell he is built. His eyes are dark brown as his facial features are hard. He isn't handsome or approachable. His hair is almost gone and yet you can tell he is trying to hold on to some hope that the rest won't fall out. "Liar! I know the plan your boyfriend made! He was going to bomb my hotel room and kill me. I know you're a part of it" Reaching forward, he grabs me by the hair and spits at me before throwing me to the floor. My body fall hard to the tile with a thud. I lie there crying as he steps to me and kicks me in the stomach. I gasp loudly as pain shoots through me. "Tell your boyfriend to come save you!" He yells and I curl up trying to block the blows. Breathing hard, I taste the saltiness of my tears mixed with a tinge of blood from my lip as I lie there, trembling. The man steps back "Take her away. I have a place set up for her to stay. Don't let her out of your sight till we find that bastard" He walks off and I'm left lying there in pain. My body shakes hard and I can't bear to move. My stomach hurts so bad and I have the urge to throw up. Why is this happening to me? I didn't do anything. I don't know what's going on! Whatever they think Ray has done isn't true. I would know. I feel someone walk up behind me and lift me up, but my knees give out. He holds me up as another man steps on front of me. I don't get a good look at him as he covers my eyes again. "Let's go" He says as he grabs my arm, pulling me away from the person that was holding me up. I walk slowly, my head spinning. "I don't feel so well" I mumble and I feel myself about to pass out. My legs give out and I can't stop them. I don't hit the floor though. Surprisingly, the same strong arms that threw me over his shoulder earlier, lifts me up, bridal style. "Mr. Stranger." I whisper before I pass out.
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