Stories tagged “kidnapped”
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Recruitment
It was so beautiful! Perfectly white and begging for an image. I couldn’t resist. I lugged my brushes, paints, and mixing trays down to the underpass. The moon was full and luminescent. I studied it, tilting my head, looking from all angles as an...
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Confrontation
“Where have you taken him?” She demanded furiously, the expression almost laughable on her petite face. “Not where we’re taking you.” The man sneered at her, the scar just by his mouth twisting. “Let go of me!”...
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Hog-Tied Car Ride
Tom drove his new Mercedes convertable for hours. He enjoyed hearing the sweet hum of the motor as he accelerated. Occasionally he heard the wimpering of his passenger on the back seat floor who was hog-tied and had her mouth duct-taped. He turned the ...
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Hostages
Markie was sobbing. “Hush now, son, or they’ll hear!” I scolded. Blindfolded, crammed into a tiny space with my husband and littlest son, my heart raced in terror. “Richard will tell the police, he’ll get us out, don’...
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Fighting Back
I swallowed hard as the gun’s deafening shot was fired. I soon realized that the gun was not pointed at me, but a rat. They brought me into a dimly lit hallway after descending two flights of stairs. The smell of mildew hung in the air. I took in...
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Quick Thinking
They both gave me questioning looks. “Search him.” one said. Just then one of their cellphones rang. “Huh…? How…. I’ll be right there.” my captor barked into the phone. “Watch the kid, the bitch escaped.&...
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On The Hunt
I freed myself from my shackles, took the gun from my captors body. I was now out for blood. I turned out into the long hallway and proceeded down the hall listening closely to doors as I passed for any sound of my family. The lights went dim, so dim t...
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Ending It
I slid down the wall trembling, tears streaming down my face from the release, like a the bullet from a gun all my emotions were spilling out of me. Markie was now stumbling to his feet as well was my father. I couldn’t help but look at the body ...
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Passing Time
There is little time left; not that she knows this. What does she know? The shrouding darkness of canvas, the grime that cakes her clothes and the red welts coming up on her pale skin. Her legs move, back and forth, scraping against the floor in a futi...
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High Priestess and Herald
Bony hands grabbed Marie and hoisted her aloft as if she was some sort of prize. They carried her through the streets and though it was day, no one raised a hand against them. People had learned to avert their eyes rather than risk getting involved. Ma...
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The Straw That Broke...
“Okay, what the hell!” Chris shook his head, trying to throw off the smothering hood and rattling the confining chair.“Seriously guys, not cool! Let me out!” He could hear them breathing, but there was no response. What game wer...