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OH SHT! I screamed in my head as the memory of my panties getting pulled off and here I am sitting in a chair with my legs strapped down and I'm in a mini skirt! SHT SHT! I screamed again in my head. I started to wiggle more trying to pull and tug on the restraints but I wasn't getting anywhere other than making my wrists and ankles more sore.

"HELP!" I yelled out.

Ouch! That hurts my head to yell.

"ANYONE OUT THERE! PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed as loud as I could, banging the chair on the floor as I wiggled around.

Ooo that smarts. Man my head hurts. I've never had a hangover before and if this is what it feels like I promise I will never drink again!

My antics stopped the moment I heard the creak of the door open. It sounded like it came from behind me but I couldn't see anything. I listed as the footsteps of whoever walked in got closer.

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"Brooke come on! We're going to be late!" My best friend Shelly yelled at me from down the hall of the high school.

School just let out for the summer and we were on our way to a year end party. This party has been planning for a month now and the entire school was invited to it.

"Are you sure your dad is okay with you going to this party?" I asked Shelly.

My dad on the other hand, doesn't care what I do. He hasn't cared since my mother died of cancer 9 years ago. I've been basically out on my own ever since. He's never home, always out on business traveling all over the world. I've grown up with nannies my entire life. They come and go so I don't bother to get to know any of them anymore.

"Yes! I told him the whole school was going and he asked if there were going to be adults at this party."

"What did you tell him?" I asked her as we ran out of the school and down the sidewalk to jump into her car.

"That of course there will be adults." She snickered as she told me her lie to her father.

These are times when I wish my father would just care enough about me to care if I was lying to him or not. I don't even bother lying because he doesn't care what I do anyway.

Of course she wouldn't want her parents to know that there wasn't going to be any adult there at this party and that there will be alcohol and who knows what else there. I'm going because Cade Evans, the hottest guy in the school is supposed to be going. I've had a crush on him all of high school but he only wants who ever happens to be the most popular at the time and I've never been that girl.

My father may be one of the most richest men in Manhattan but at this school that doesn't mean anything, everyone here is rich. If you want to be popular you have to be one of the biggest around and since I'm still a virgin that pretty much makes me the least popular girl. I guess it's a good thing I have my best friend Shelly. She's been my best friend since elementary. She's been with me through everything, including my mother's death. I don't know how I would of made it through that if it wasn't for her.

We pulled up to the 3 story mansion and walked up the long sidewalk. Everyone at my school is loaded with money. You have to be if you expect to be able to go to this school so it's normal for us to go to a classmates house and it to be spectacular. It's just normal.

Before we walk into the house we can already hear the music blaring and the kids yelling and laughing. As soon as we walked in we could smell the drugs and alcohol. Shelly pulled me straight to the large living area where the music was getting played at and we started dancing with a few other kids.

After a half hour or more I needed a drink.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I shouted to Shelly who could probably hardly hear me.

"No I'm good!" She yelled to me as she turned and started to grind against some kid.

That was the one thing nice about this school, it's large enough that you don't actually know everyone you go to school with so who knows who you might meet when you are at one of these parties. They also tend to invite kids from other schools as well but really, who knows!

I push my way through the crowd as more teens start to pile in. It took me awhile but I had finally found where the kitchen was and where most of the alcohol was being kept. This isn't my first time drinking and I'm sure it won't be my last. I've been drunk a few times but never enough for me to forget what I did that night.

I grab a cup from the counter and I started to chug it down. It went down smooth and easily and boy was I thirsty. It was quite warm in the house with all of these bodies and it was making me hot. I set the empty cup down and grabbed another.

"Brooklynne, right?"

I turned quickly to the sexy voice of none other than Cade Evans. DAM, he's so handsome. If only he would let me kiss those soft lips of his.

"Ah, yea. But you can call me Brooke." I told him, trying not to blush as he grinned down at me.

Everyone is tall compare to my short little height of 5 foot. He wasn't the tallest guy in school but he was taller than myself. If I had to guess I would maybe put him at about 5 foot 7 inches. Maybe a little more. hek I don't know and now that I've had some alcohol I'm probably not even looking at him right anymore.

I quickly gulped more of my drink when I realized I was just staring at him and turned myself away.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked as he turned me around by my shoulder.

Did he really just ask to dance with me? What planet am I currently on? Doesn't he remember who I am? Maybe he's had to much to drink already to and thinks he's talking to someone else.

"Ah sure." I said to him and drank the last of my drink and set the empty cup down on the counter.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. The feel of his hand on mine made the butterflies in my stomach fly around all over. His hand was strong compare to mine and I still can't believe he said more than one word to me let alone pulling me over for a dance!

Once we got out on the dance floor we started to dance to the hip hop song that was playing. He wasn't a bad dancer and I was having a lot of fun dancing with him. I stopped and stared up at him when the music suddenly changed to a slow song. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there. It's one thing to come out here and dance to a fast song, it's not intimate or special, but to dance to a slow song? Where you have to have your hands on the other person! I swallowed hard and my hands started to get clammy. I looked away at the other couples around us that were slow dancing now to the song.

I felt his fingers under my chin and he turned me to look at him. The color of his chocolate eyes were melting me.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked in his sexy tone.

I couldn't form words so I just nodded my head.

I raised my hands so they could go around his neck and his slid over to my waist. My heart was beating wildly as we swayed to the music. The touch of his fingers were sending my nerves into high gear I couldn't help but stare up at him and his signature smile was making me melt.

We danced to a few more songs and they were more fast and up beat which made me feel much better.

"Would you like another drink?" He asked me.

I didn't realize that my throat was dry until he said something.

"Sure." I smiled up at him and we walked back to the kitchen.

The sun was going down now and the house was full of screaming teens, the occasional fight and a lot of make out sessions. Most, if not all, were probably already drunk. Cade handed me a cup and took one for himself as well. We stood there in silence watching some of the others hardly able to walk around, yelling and screaming at each other.

"Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?" He said yelling because the music was so loud and there was a couple nearby yelling at each other over something that made no sense.

"Sure." I told him.

I was starting to feel a little bit of a headache from the loud noises going on around me and I think going somewhere a little more quiet would be good. He grabbed my hand gently and we started to walk through the house. I almost lost my balance when a drunk stumbled into me and he quickly put his arms around me to keep me from falling.

We were only a few inches away from kissing and all I could do was stare at those lips! He smiled and then turned and we continued walking till we got to the staircase.

"Wait, why do we have to go upstairs?" I asked him stopping on the first step.

I may be getting a little tipsy but I know nothing good ever comes from someone at a party going up the stairs towards a bedroom. Never.

"Where else are we supposed to go that's more quiet?" He asked.

I looked around the house and outside in the yard and everywhere that I looked there were kids everywhere. They were yelling, spilling their drinks on each other, playing other drinking games. Outside at the pool people were yelling and pushing each other in the water.

"I guess there isn't." I finally said when I looked back up at him.

"Don't worry. We are just taking a break from the noise. We will come back down in a few minutes and dance again if you want." He assured me.

Come on Brook, when else has this gorgeous Greek god ever laid eyes on you any other time in your life? Never! That's right, he's never given you the time of day so why would he now?

"Brook?" He tugged on my hand pulling me from my inner fight in my head.

"Are you coming?" He asked.

He has been nothing but nice to me and I haven't seen him look at any other girl at this party since he started talking to me. Maybe it wasn't because I wasn't popular that he didn't talk to me, maybe he truly just never saw me before till this party. It's not like I've ever heard anything bad about him in school.

"Okay." I said and started to take the steps upwards.

We walked around the balcony till we came to another hallway and walked down it. The sounds of the teens and music was getting quieter as we walked away. The first door he tried opened and we walked in. He flicked the lights on and shut the door locking it

"Why did you just lock the door?" I asked wanting to walk back towards the door but he stood in front of me.

"I don't want any drunks walking in here puking on us so I'm locking the door to keep them out." He said as he rubbed my shoulders with his thumbs.

"Come, let's sit and just talk, shall we?" He let go of my shoulders and walked over to the bed and sat down.

"I'm not going to bite." He laughed jokingly tapping the bed beside him.

"Um, okay." I quietly said and walked over to the bed and sat down.

"How long have you gone to our school? I don't recall seeing you around very much, almost never actually." He said as he thought about it.

"I've been going there my entire school life." I told him as I looked around the room, noticing the elegant decorating through out the room.

"Hmm, okay. I just don't remember you till this past year." He commented.

"That's because we didn't have any classes together this year." I wanted to tell him we never have but I decided not to.

He must not realize that I'm in the higher curriculum at the school and he wouldn't be in any of my classes, ever. He is smart but more like average smart. He's a jock so as long as he gets passing grades he doesn't have to worry about getting kicked off of the teams.

"Oh. Well that makes sense I guess." He said turning to look at me.

"To bad I didn't see you sooner." He said looking into my eyes.

"W-Why is that?" I asked, my voice starting to tremble as he stares at me.

"Because then I would of gotten to look at these beautiful sky blue eyes sooner." He softly said as he placed his hand on my cheek and leaned into me.

"And feel your soft porcelain skin." He whispered

His lips barely grazing over mine. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could feel my lower lip start to tremble.

"Cade, I, um....I've never kissed b-before." I said with a soft shaky voice. Feeling quite embarrassed that I just confessed to that.

"Shh, it's okay." He said softly and moved in to where his lips touched mine.

His lips were so soft against mine and he kissed slowly and gently. He sucked on my upper lip and I instinctively grabbed his lower lip. He started to move the kiss into a more passionate kiss and his hand wrapped around my head and into my hair.

I can't believe this is happening! He is kissing me! He tastes so good on my lips that I don't want to stop!

I was so into my thoughts of how amazing he was feeling that I didn't feel myself get lowered onto the bed onto my back. He continued his kisses to my jaw to my neck. I never thought being kissed like this would make you feel the way it does! I turned my head when I felt a moan escape my throat. I've never made out with a boy before and I was feeling all kinds of things I've never felt before.

His hand started to slip up under my skirt and I grabbed his arm quickly and pushed it down.

"Please, Cade, don't." I whispered out.

"I know you are enjoying what I am doing." He said and came back down to nibbling on my collarbone. He pushed his hand hard up my leg, passed my hand and my eyes opened wide when his hand reached my panties.

"Cade Stop!" I yelled again and tried to get up off of the bed.

He pushed my shoulder down making me drop to the bed again and he pinned me down with the weight of his body hovering over me.

"Don't you be a tease!" He whisper yelled at me.

"I don't want to, please don't!" I told him feeling the tears fall from my eyes.

I don't want to lose my virginity this way, to the first boy that kisses me. I wanted to save it. He started to pull my panties down and I pushed up on his head as hard as I could. His hand came out from under my skirt fast and hit me in the face.

I cried out from the pain and started to fight back even harder. I dug my nails into his skin making him grown in pain. The first chance I got I kicked him in the crotch. He buckled over and I slid off of the bed, tripping on my panties that had fallen to my ankles. I kicked them off quickly before he had a chance to regain himself and ran towards the door.

"You BICH!" He yelled and started after me.

I got the door unlocked and took off down the hallway as fast as I could and down the stairs. No one seemed to notice what was going on. They didn't see the blood on my chin from my busted lip, they didn't see that I was crying and they didn't see that Cade was running behind me. I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd and got to the door and ran down the sidewalk.

I looked back once I was down the street a little ways and saw that he wasn't following me anymore. I slowed down and took a deep breath. Resting my hands on my legs and took in deep breaths. My lungs were burning from running, my heart was thumping so loud and my body was shaking.

"AAAHHHH!" I screamed when an arm went around my body and a cloth covered in chloroform went over my face.

I wiggled and fought, throwing my hands onto the arm that was holding the material to my nose. I could feel myself getting dizzy and I tried to scratch at the person behind me. They were so strong and I felt myself getting weaker before the lights went out.

Chapter 2

Brooklynne's POV:

I started to groan and my head was killing me! My head fell back and hit something hard making wince in pain. That sure didn't help my headache any. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. Everything was dark. I lifted my head up and the pounding in my head increased. Holy CRP! My head hurts! I tried to lift my hand to rub my head free of the pain but I couldn't. I tried again with both of my arms and they were both tied down!

As I started to wake up, it wasn't that my eyes wouldn't open, I had something covering them. I could tell I was sitting on something hard and I couldn't move my legs. They were tied to the legs of the chair down by my ankles.

OH SHT! I screamed in my head as the memory of my panties getting pulled off and here I am sitting in a chair with my legs strapped down and I'm in a mini skirt! SHT SHT! I screamed again in my head. I started to wiggle more trying to pull and tug on the restraints but I wasn't getting anywhere other than making my wrists and ankles more sore.

"HELP!" I yelled out.

Ouch! That hurts my head to yell.

"ANYONE OUT THERE! PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed as loud as I could, banging the chair on the floor as I wiggled around.

Ooo that smarts. Man my head hurts. I've never had a hangover before and if this is what it feels like I promise I will never drink again!

My antics stopped the moment I heard the creak of the door open. It sounded like it came from behind me but I couldn't see anything. I listed as the footsteps of whoever walked in got closer.

"Calm down." A strong British maybe English accent, ah hek! I don't know, sounded behind me.

"What do you want?" I cried out to who ever was in the room with me.

"What do you want from me?" I asked again when I didn't get any answer the first time.

I yelped when the person in the room put his hands on my arms that were tied down and I could feel his presence close to me. Oh please, please don't tell me he's going to rape me. Oh please tell me he's not! He was so close to me I could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him onto my cold exposed skin.

"It's not you we want." He said and a gust of air moved around me signalling that he had left.

"We?" There's others involved? Just great, just great. This is my day from HEL!

"Then why am I here?" I asked, hoping he hadn't walked out of the room and left me again.

"Let's just say, you are the bait." He said as he did an awful evil laugh.

"What? Bait for what?"

"Not for what, for whom." He responded.

What the HEL is going on here! I wiggled more in my chair to try to get free even though I know it's hopeless.

"Let me go!" I yelled out at him, where ever he was at.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but I can't do that." He said as I heard something getting pushed across the floor closer to me.

My heart started to beat so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. What is he going to do to me!

"Get away from me!" I yelled again trying to kick and move but had no luck with anything.

Now I think staying with Cade would of been my better option. At least then I could of decided to go through with it and be okay instead of where ever the HEL I am now. Having no idea what is going to happen to me. hek! I could be killed in the next few minutes and it's not like anyone would even care that I was dead!

My own father would probably be jumping with joy knowing that he would never have to deal with me again or pay for my last year of school or college after that. He would view it as extra income!

I started wiggling more when I felt his presence near me again and his hands went around my head.

"Get away!" I yelled at him again, shaking my head just as he pulled the cloth away from my eyes.

I blinked several times getting my eyes to adjust to the new light that surrounded me. I looked around and saw that I was in a concrete like room. There was nothing in here and only a dangling light above me. There was an old boxed TV rolled over on a trolley sitting in front of me. It had a camera sitting on top of it facing me. My eyes darted quickly over to the side when the man walked closer and was in my light.

He actually wasn't to bad looking. A lot better than what I was imagining in my head I guess. He was large framed, maybe a little plump around the middle but not to bad. His hair was a mess and he had a dark stubble growing telling me he really needed to shave. Other than that he wasn't to hard on the eyes.

Brooke! What the HEL are you thinking! He kidnapped you and has you tied to a chair! You shouldn't be assessing how well or how bad he looks!

"What are you doing?" I asked when he walked around to the TV and turned it on and then the camera.

Instantly on the screen was a video of me sitting in the chair. I looked like a mess. My hair was stuck to my face in different areas, my lip was swollen from Cade's fist. My arms where the rope was at showed signs of my struggle. Thank goodness the camera was up high enough that nothing else was showing!

"You, my dear. Are going to beg for your father. You safety for him." He said as he pulled a chair over and sat beside the TV

"What?" I shrieked. What is wrong with this man!

Does he not know who my father is! He could give two shits about me let alone come here and take my spot to save me!

"Why don't you just ask for money?" I asked him.

"He'd be more willing to pay you to keep me!" I yelled at him.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't think so low of your father. I'm sure he loves you enough that he would come here for you." He taunted me.

"Yea, right." I told him turning my head away in disgust.

My father has never came home on business for me. Not since mother died. Before she passed away he was home all of the time. Every evening, every weekend. We did all kinds of things as a family. He hugged and kissed me and read me bedtime stories. After her death he wasn't my father anymore. He never comes home now and I can go months with out ever seeing him. Even if I do see him it's not more than a couple of minutes at a time. He's in the house to grab something then he leaves again.

The only ones who would want me home would be the nannies because without me, they don't get paid. All I am to them is a paycheck. Not that I need them anymore. I am 17 years old and will be 18 in a month.

'Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry. Now I want you to look into this camera and I want you to tell him that we are going to torture, beat you and then kill you if he doesn't meet us at this location on this day and time." He leaned over and handed me a piece of paper with the location written on it.

"I'm not crying because of you!" I yelled at him.

"I'm not going to say anything into that camera! It won't save me!" I yelled.

My mouth slammed shut and my eyes opened wide when the man stood up from him chair and walked over to me and hit me in the face with his fist. I turned and spit the blood out onto the concrete floor.

"Don't make me hurt you again sweetheart." He said as he walked back to his chair.

"Now BEG!" He yelled.

"NO!" I shouted back

He whipped out his gun from inside his jacket and shot it into the air above. I yelped and jumped from the sound of the gun going off so close to my ears.

"I said.......Beg!" He lowered his voice and repeated himself.

"P-Please Sir. He doesn't care. He will never come to you regardless of what you were to do to me!" I told him as the tears started to fall from my cheeks.

"Good! Get those tears flowing now beg!" He yelled at me again.

I looked down at the floor and closed my eyes. The tears were falling from my eyes and dripping off of my cheeks. If only I would of just stayed at that party. Then I wouldn't be here begging for my life that will never be saved.

"Okay! Okay!" I screamed at the top of my lungs with the tears falling like waterfalls down my face when he pressed the gun against my head.

"I will beg! Just please don't kill me!" I cried almost chocking on my spit as it went down wrong in the middle of my heaving.

"Look into that camera and beg for your father to come save you." He told me again.

I opened my eyes to the camera. My face on the screen was red and puffy from crying and my nose was running. I've never been so scared before in my life till now, when that man held that gun to my head. I'm surprised I didn't pee myself I got so scared.

"NOW!" He shouted still holding the gun, pressing tightly against my head.

"Daddy! Please! I'm begging you! They are going to beat me daddy! They will kill me if you don't go to the abandoned warehouse on 53rd street tomorrow at 10. Please daddy!" I shouted into the camera.

The tears were falling so hard down my face I could no longer see the TV screen clearly.

As soon as I was done my head dropped so I could continue crying to myself. I'm going to die! My father is not going to do what they say. Why can't they be like normal kidnappers and want money! He would gladly pay them just to get them of his back. He would probably double the ransom money for them to take me off of his hands but he sure the HEL isn't going to come here for me. Leave his vacation just to come here.

"Good girl." The man said as he turned off the camera and the TV and pushed it away from me.

Another man walked into the room and took the TV and camera and took it out with him while the man that hit me stayed in the room with me. He pulled his chair closer to me and sat in front of me. He took his hand and placed it under my chin and lifted my face to him.

"If you were my daughter, I would cross oceans to save you." He said softly to me.

I looked through my teary eyes at him. His face was softened and he genuinely meant what he said to me. He had sadness in his eyes and I could see the pain he was holding in.

"Do you have.....children?" I asked quietly.

"I do." He replied quickly then took his hand away from me.

"How old are they?" I asked.

I know this seams strange to be trying to have a conversation with the person who just threatened me but when you are tied up in a chair, can't move and he's the only person in the room, well you tend to talk. Besides, it's not like I have anyone other than Shelly to talk to. I haven't spoken to my dad in over 7 years. I'm not sure if I would even recognize his picture anymore.

" 6 and 9" He told me before he looked down to the floor.

"Did something happen?" I asked.

'Their mother left me and took them with her. I haven't seen them in 5 years." He responded.

No wonder he told me that. He would love to have his children back and would do anything for them and yet here I am, have my father still but doesn't want anything to do with me. If I could change where I lived I would do it in a heartbeat. It it meant that I lived somewhere where someone actually cared for me I would do it. I would have no problems at all running away to someone else and never seeing my dad again. I would cross the world just to live with someone who cared for my well being.

Chapter 3

Brooklynne's POV:

The man let me out of the chair a couple of times during the night to let me go to the bathroom. I was pretty grateful for that. I would of been so embarrassed if I had to do it in my chair.

He just walked me back to the chair and tied me back to it. My body is getting so stiff and sore from sitting in this hard chair. As he was finishing tying the last rope around my ankle his phone started to ring. Could I possibly be getting lucky enough that my father may actually be coming here like they wanted?

"Yea Boss?" He answered into the phone.

So that tells me that there's another higher up than he is. That he's not the one running the operation. Does that mean no matter how much begging I do I won't be able to change anyone's mind here because they are getting orders from someone else? Yea, my day just keeps getting better.

"Yea she did."

"Uh huh."

"Yea I sent the video to him. Hopefully hear back from him soon."

I can already tell by the way he is talking that they are talking about me. I doubt they have a bunch of other girls here that they made scream into a video camera begging for their lives. Well, at least I hope not anyway.

"Yes, I will let you know as soon as I hear something." He said into the phone before ending the call.

"Who was that?" I asked.

Not that I really needed to know but I'm getting quite bored sitting here for hours like I have. I don't even know what time it is or if it's morning yet. I can't sleep in this position and every time I think I may fall asleep some loud noise happens waking me back up again.

"Why do you care?" He turned towards me as he put his phone back into his pocket.

"I don't know. Just trying to start conversation I guess." I told him, while trying to shrug my shoulders in response.

I kind of already figured he would talk to me much let alone tell me anything that was going on but I wanted to try. Get something out of him maybe. Besides, it's not like I'm going to be living long anyway. The moment they find out my dad isn't coming I'm sure they are either going to torture me to death or just kill me. Either way I'm dead.

"That was the one hunting down your father." He responded.

"Hunting him down?" I asked raising my brows in confusion.

Why would anyone want to hunt him down? I may not ever see him or know anything about him but he's just a regular business man who travels a lot for work. Why would anyone want him over that?

"Your father doesn't stay in one spot long, making it hard to catch up to him. So that is what you are for. To bait him. Make him come here and when he does we will attack." He said with a grin on his face.

"But why would you want to do that?"

I may not care for my father or want anything to do with him but I still wouldn't want him to die. After all, he's still my blood. My mother loved him at one time so that has to count for something. Before he cold respond his phone started ringing again and he picked it up.

"What do you mean he won't!" He shouted into the phone.

I feel the words 'I told you so' are in order now. I was pretty certain he was referring to my dad not coming here like they had hoped. I guess next time you want to lure someone somewhere, use someone that they actually care about. Not the one that hasn't existed in their lives in 9 years!

"Uh huh........right......okay" He was responding with little information for me to pull from.

"I will let him know." He hung up the phone and turned to look at me.

"I'm dead aren't I" I responded with no expression on my face.

He pulled out his phone and dialed out while he continued to stare at me. He was making me a little nervous with that stare. I may have said I was dead, didn't mean I wanted to be though.

"Yea, they just called."

"No, He claims he doesn't have a daughter."

Even though I knew how my father felt, it stung quite a bit to hear it come from a strangers mouth. I couldn't help but feel the tears start to fill up my eyes. Either my eyes were to blurry to tell but it almost looked like the man in front of me felt my pain.

"Yes he got the video." He said into the phone now turning away from me.

"No I don't. I don't think that will help.........Yes sir...........okay.............I will let you know." He hung up the phone and just looked at it for a few minutes before putting it back into his pocket.

He turned towards me and I could see in his expression that he was about to do something that he did not want to do. My eyes widened when he came closer to me.

"Please Sir!" I cried out when he pulled out his knife and opened it up.

Oh dear, I really am going to die this day at this moment. My dad was getting what he always wanted, for me to disappear.

The man knelt down in front of me and put the knife against my shoulder and pulled down. Cutting my skin making me cry out in pain. The blood started to run down my arm and he placed the knife again on my other side.

"Please! Think of your children.....AAAAAH" I screamed as he cut me again.

He cut me a couple more times on my upper arms, making me bleed even more. It didn't matter how much I cried he just did it anyway. I was in to much pain to watch what he was doing. I opened my eyes slightly when I heard the knife close and saw him putting it back into his pocket.

"Please! I beg you! Don't kill me PLEASE!" I screamed at the tops of my lungs when I saw him pull out the gun again.

I didn't have time to see it come, he came down on me hard with the gun in his hand and hit me across my cheek. I screamed again in pain and could feel the heat building up in my cheek.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." He said to me making me move my head enough to see him.

He stood up and put his gun back into his pocket.

"Why?" I asked him as I breathed heavily, hardly keeping my head up.

"Because I would kill anyone who laid a hand on my daughter like I just did to you." He told me.

"Then why do it?" I said in a whisper.

He didn't answer me, he just turned around and walked out of the room. I sat there, hunch over watching the blood drip from my face and onto the concrete floor. Why can't they just kill me and get me out of my misery already. Why drag this on longer than it needs to be?

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep with my head hanging until I heard the door slam shut and my head shot up. I could feel my face swelling and it was starting to effect my vision in my left eye. I looked over to where the footsteps were coming from and that same man that has been with me the entire time was walking over to me again. I sure hope he isn't here to beat the snot out of me again. When are they going to realize, I'm dead meat!

He pulled out his phone in front of me and with in a few minutes the flash on his phone went off a few times. It was hard on my eyes and hurt my head. The headache still never went away but how could it if they keep hitting you.

"What are you doing?" I asked him when he was done taking the pictures.

"Sending updating images since your father missed the deadline." He said as he started typing away on his phone.

It's past 10 in the morning already? I don't know why I'm surprised, I actually kind of thought it was later than that.

"It's not going to work." I softly said.

"What?" He asked as he looked up from his phone.

"The pictures won't work." I repeated myself now that I had his attention.

"Well, we are going to try." He said to me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

I just want to know when I am going to be dead. You know a little bit of a timeline here would be nice.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he pulled over the chair again and sat in front of me.

I looked at him with my good eye now that I can hardly see out of my other one. He put his phone back into his pocket and leaned on his arms on his legs.

"My dad's never going to come." I told him again.

I've tried telling him this several times. That man lives as if I was never born. He probably tells every woman he screws that he has never married and has no children. HEL, he's probably living with someone else now raising their kids and reading them bedtime stories. I probably never cross his mind.

"I, um, I don't know." He responded.

"How could you not know? You have to know what you will do with the prisoner if your plan fails!" I said almost yelling at his stupidity.

How can someone plan to kidnap someone, hold them up for ransom but have no idea what to do with them if the ransom never happens! Back up plan boys, back up plan.

"I guess, boss figured your father loved you." He responded in a low voice with a hint of sadness.

Probably sad only because he was thinking of his own children. Probably had nothing to do with me sitting here tied up to a chair with my face beat in. I lowered my head in shame. Shame because I am apparently not good enough for my father to love me or to even care about me. It made it hard to listen to some of this from a strangers mouth. I knew all of this before this last day has happened in my life yet it hurts more now then it has ever hurt.

He put his hand under my chin again and lifted my face, causing the tears to charge towards the ground the moment the force of gravity changed.

"Hey, don't cry." He told me.

I jerked my head away from him and leaned back in my chair.

"Why not? Shouldn't I cry knowing that soon, my death will be upon me?" I told him with as much of a snotty voice as I could.

"I doubt my boss would ever kill you because of your father." He told me.

"Why did you say you would kill me then and you put a gun to my head threatening to kill me?" I shouted at him.

"Needed to get you to beg, that's all." He laughed.

"Then what are you going to do with me then? I've seen your face. I know who you are. You can't just let me go as if nothing as happened." I told him.

I don't know why I was threatening him. Maybe I wanted him to kill me that way I didn't have to go home knowing that my father chose his other family or what ever it is he is doing over his own daughter. Maybe I felt ending my life now would just be better than living. It's not like he would take me away from this place.

My eyes widened as I looked back into his eyes. Would he? Take me out of here?

I shook my head trying to remove those thoughts. I've been strapped to this chair under this awful swinging light that hardly stays lit for way to long now. I'm going crazy! I'm actually thinking about asking to go home with a complete stranger who kidnapped me! What the HEL is my problem.

"No, I guess I can't just let you go can I." He finally responded after much thought.

Letting me sit here and yell at myself for being crazy.

"Could, I.....um, I don't know. Maybe I've been in here to long and have gone crazy but, maybe...." I was having the most difficult time ever trying to get my question out of my mouth it's a miracle he didn't smack it out of me.

"You take me to your country?" I said.

Oh great, did I really say his country? Am I really implying that he isn't from this country? Am I making that assumption because his voice has an accent? Good one Brook, he may not of wanted to kill you before but he might want to now!

Oh CRP, that look on his face. I sure the HEL hope he doesn't think I want to be romantic with him!

"I didn't mean that. I mean I don't want to, um. I'm not interested in you. CRP, why did I just say that out loud!" I sat there having an argument with myself while he sat there amused with it all.

"You know, I wasn't thinking you for me. You are not my type. To young for one and way to talkative for my liking. You seem to have to many inner battles that would be hard to compete with." He sat there and laughed at me.

That's nice, now my kidnapper is laughing at me for having a break down because I have been tied to this chair for so many hours.

'But...." He spoke up pulling me out of my thoughts.

"But?" I repeated in question.

"It may be fun to watch you annoy the CRP out of my boss." He stood up laughing even harder yet and started to walk towards the door.

"Wait! No! I didn't meant it! Please I take it back!" I yelled but he didn't listen. He just walked out of the room and shut the door.

What the HEL did I just do? What the HEL DID I JUST DO! I shouted in my head. I have a 4.0 in school in the highest curriculum they offer and I just went over the deep end and did the most stupidest thing I could ever have done!

"No no no no no." I mumbled to myself as I laid my head back on the wooden chair, staring up at that awful light that I swear is sitting there mocking me for my stupidity.

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