I was inspired to write this from the movie Taken. It's really good, I suggest you all see it. I just wanted to give it credit because I definitely couldn't have come up with this idea on my own (lol well maybe…I am dramatic) well, without further ado…My new story, Taken!

"Why were you talking to him?"

"For an assignment, Eli, a goddamn assignment!"

"So what, these assignments have to be discussed every day? Because that's how often I see you with him."

"Eli, don't be ridiculous, I don't talk to him every day. But you know, this assignment counts as half of my grade, so communication is necessary."

"Well, why does he have to come to your house? He shouldn't know your address."

"We can't get all the work done in school, and he already has my address in the directory, Eli!"

"Why are you so close to him when you guys talk?"

"Because average conversation doesn't take place with 7 feet of space between two people!"

"When is this assignment going to be over? So I can know whether you're talking to him for academic reasons or not."

"I'm not cheating on you!" I screamed, my anger finally boiling over the top. I was so sick of Eli and his paranoid shit. "You ask me this every. Single. Fucking. Day."

"Why are you around him so much?" Eli pressed, his hands tightening on the steering wheel to the point it looked like he could snap it in half. I breathed out heavily in exasperation.

"I already told you, we have an assignment together!"

"I don't fucking believe this," Eli muttered, mainly to himself. "Why would they put you with him?"

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "Fitz has changed, Eli. He's changed a lot. You're the only one that can't see that-"

"He pulled a knife on me!" Eli shouted, thoroughly exasperated.

"He was just trying to scare you, Eli! He was stupid and blind back then. But now-"

"Yes, yes, he's found the God that doesn't actually exist."

Tears of agony pricked my eyes as the harsh words flew out his mouth indubitably. I was so tired of this. Every day, since Fitz came, Eli and I fought. About everything. I was beginning to forget the reason I wanted to be with him. I was so sick of the pointless arguments over Fitz. I knew that Fitz's presence was putting Eli on edge, but he was just overprotective. He couldn't relax, and he was taking his stress out on me. By suffocating me. Everywhere I went, he was there. If he wasn't, he demanded to know what I had been doing when he saw me.

I was so tired of it. I felt like he was becoming some security guard or something.

I didn't feel like he was a boyfriend anymore. He wasn't what he used to be.

He wasn't the Eli I had fallen in love with. Even though I tried to convince myself out of it, I felt like the Eli I loved was still in there and would come out, which made it impossible for me to leave him. I had too much hope.

Hope that was being worn down each day. I was tired of this. I had to end it. I had to end this relationship.

I opened my mouth to break up with him, but right at that moment, he turned his head and allowed his jade green eyes to bore mercilessly into mine. I lost my will to break up with him right then and there. His eyes showed vulnerability; fright; neediness. He needed me. I couldn't leave him. No matter how much I wanted to sometimes. I could not leave him because of that need he had for me…and because of the love I had for him.

We were going nowhere. We drove each other crazy, but we couldn't be without each other. We loved each other dearly, but we couldn't stand being around each other these days.

I could barely take it anymore. I was losing my mind.

I broke the silence by angrily grabbing the door of Morty, my frustration coming out in my actions.

"You know what, Eli? Just leave me alone!" I screeched, throwing open the car door and storming out into the rain and up to my house. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time I walked to my front door, but I ignored his gaze, yanking open the front door and shoving myself inside. As soon as I was safely in my house, I slid down, and leaning my head against a wall, let the sobs I had fought off take control of me.

It hurt to be in love so much.

I loved Eli. Not kid love, not "first kiss" love, not lust-y love. Adult love. Real love. The kind of love that could cause you pain. The kind of love that made you feel amazing, but also brought you down.

When you really loved someone, you would do anything for them. And they would do anything for you.

And when you really, really loved someone with all of your heart, it was so hard to leave them.

It was impossible to leave them.

That's why I stayed with Eli, even though his protectiveness was starting to get to be too much. I knew he only did it because he loved me; so how could I turn him away?

I couldn't. No matter how much I wanted to. Maybe I just needed some space for a while…I wish I could just be taken away.

Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.

The front door was suddenly banged against. I took my face out of my knees, startled, as the knob made jangly noises. At first I thought I might have been my parents, but after moments of the knob moving around, the door still didn't move. My parents both had keys, and knew how to use them.

I definitely knew it wasn't my parents when the front door was kicked down, knocked cleaned off the hinges. I clamped my mouth shut to silence my scream and quickly scrambled over to the living room, hiding behind a couch. I peeked from around a corner of the couch and saw three tall, dark figures enter my home. One of them was skinny, and lanky; one was short and tense; and the other was huge, with broad shoulders and a muscular body.

I swallowed another scream as they studied my house.

"Did you have to knock the door down?" the short one complained, his voice high and tenor like as he nudged the wooden structure with his foot.

The big guy shrugged. "You wanted to get in here. I got you in." His voice was deep and scary, with a rough edge to it. The lanky guy was silent.

The short guy rolled his eyes. "Guess you're right. Besides, we won't have to pay for it. I hope they're insured." They all shared a chuckle. I was silent behind the couch, feeling as if this was some sort of nightmare, and I would wake up any minute from it.

But it wasn't. It was real.

I felt myself becoming faint, but I snapped out of it. I had to stay alert, and awake. No matter how much I didn't want to see this. No matter how much I just wanted to fade away. I gripped the carpet beneath my hands as I squirmed myself into the crevice I was in more tightly than before.

All three of the guys came into the living room, waltzing around as if they lived here. They were all dressed in black, with black caps on their head, but their faces left uncovered. It was still too dark for me to see them clearly, but I could tell whatever they had come into my house for, it wasn't good.

"So, where is the girl?" the big guy asked.

Oh my God. They were coming for me. They were coming for me. I glanced around, terrified, cowering deeper behind my couch. The telephone was too far away for me to reach, so I couldn't call the police.

All I could do was sit back here and pray.

"Is this the right address?" the short guy demanded, giving the lanky boy a small jab in the arm.

"Of course it is," the lanky boy said smoothly. "I've been over here for an assignment we're working on together lots of times."

His voice sounded so familiar, at first. And then, when he added on the part about the assignment, I involuntarily sucked in a loud gasp.

It was Fitz.

Fitz who told me he had changed. Fitz who told me he found Jesus. Fitz who asked me to forgive him.

Eli had been right. It was all an act. And I had fallen for it all.

Now I was going to pay the price.

And I sure as hell would never get a refund.

The men all heard my shocked gasp, and the short guy got a creepy smile on his face. "She's in here," he breathed, revealing a gap in his shiny white teeth. Tears leaked down my cheeks and onto the sweater I was wearing as my fate crept closer and closer.

They all split up, searching around the living room. I knew it was only a matter of time before they found me. I couldn't do anything but think.

Eli, I love you, I'm so sorry I didn't get to say goodbye, I'm so sorry this is happening to you again, but this isn't your fault, you're a good guy, and I should have listened-

"Hey! I found her!" The muscular guy flipped the couch I was hiding behind over, causing it to thud onto the floor and knock the coffee table over, glass shattering everywhere. I screamed, getting up and trying to run away. But he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and hugged me to his chest in an air-tight lock, making it impossible for me to escape. I struggled against his grip, but it was useless.

"Good job," the short guy answered. Fitz gave me an eerie grin as he came closer to me.

"See, Ty, I told you. She's got a nice body, doesn't she? She's young, innocent, and perfect for the job. And the eyes will definitely help her out a lot."

"You're right," Ty agreed, studying me like I was a book. "But she'll have to start off slow, you know, get used to being in the business. Maybe just giving some blow jobs, getting eaten out, no more than that. Good job, Fitz. I knew I was making a good decision when I hired you." He clapped him on the back.

I whimpered, still struggling to get out of the guy's grasp. He merely tightened it, and I screamed out in terror.

Ty came up to me and slapped me across the face. Hard. "Look, girl, you had better get used to be handled by a man, whether you like it or not. That's the reason you're coming with us. That's the entire point of the job you're going to take. Stop screaming."

"Fitz!" I cried out desperately, my voice cracking. "Fitz! Please don't to this to me, please, make them let me go…" My cry turned into heavy sobs, and I felt the big guy loosen his grip just the tiniest bit.

"Maybe…maybe she's a little too young," he protested quietly. Fitz came up to him and got in his face, his features twisted with raw desire and greed.

"Look. We all need money. She can get it for us. We add her to the rest of the whores, and we'll be raking it in. Got it?"

The big guy nodded, and tightened his grip around me again, with a bit of reluctance. I was still crying.

"Fitz…why are you doing this to me?"

Fitz walked up to me, the grin still on his face. "You honestly thought I found God? You honestly thought I wanted to be your friend? As soon as I got out of juvie, I needed money. Really badly. Then I met Ty," he acknowledged the short, smirking man with a grateful nod. "And he found me the perfect job; finding and giving him girls like you. I can't believe you fell for the act. You're such a Saint," he snorted. "Maybe putting you in the prostitution business will teach you a lesson about life."

A rip, a pound through my heart for being so stupid.

"Hey, I like that," Ty commented. "Saint. Saint Clare. That'll be her sex name."

A tremble shook through my knees as they discussed my fate right in front of me.

"Wonderful," Fitz agreed, both of them giving each other a hearty handshake. "She'll be getting guys like nobody's business. Everyone loves some good old' innocence."

God, please, help me out of this. Why wasn't He doing anything? I had never done anything wrong. I didn't deserve this. This was messed up. God, please, please help me. Don't let me become what they want me to be.

"You got the roofie?" Ty asked Fitz.

I swallowed hard as tears blurred my vision again. The end of my innocence was coming now. They were going to drug me. I remembered how Darcy described being under the influence of a roofie when she finally told me about her rape.

"It's like…blurry," she described, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. " And fuzzy, kind of dark. You only have a vague control over your senses. You don't really comprehend what's happening or what you're doing; you just do as you're told by whoever is commanding you, but you just...don't get what you're doing. It's almost like you can't disobey, and when you do listen, you're clueless about what you're doing. You can't feel any emotion, either. It's terrifying, but only afterwards when you understand what happened. I hear that's what they do to girls sometimes," she added. "They put them in the prostitution business and keep them drugged so they don't know what they're doing. I can't imagine if that had happened to me."

I had never imagined it would happen to me. But look at me now.

Fitz smugly pulled a needle out of his pocket and waved it around. "Yup."

"Good. Drug her now." Ty left through the open passageway my door used to be in. Fitz came closer to me, the needle gleaming visibly in the dark.

All hell broke loose in side of me at the sight.

I bit down on the big guy's arm, hard, causing him to yelp out in pain and let go of me. I dropped to the floor at first, but then I scrambled up, sprinting towards the door, my only exit.

Then a hand grabbed my hair and tugged me back as I cried out in agony.

Fitz shoved me onto one of the couches and got on top of me, straddling me. I squirmed and screamed, but it was no use as Fitz pulled out a roll of duct tape, setting down the needle.

"You wouldn't shut up," he growled as he ripped a piece off and placed it on my mouth. My screams were now muffled, and feebler.

It was all over. I knew it as I kicked and thrashed, struggling to get loose. I knew it as Fitz rolled up the sleeve of my sweater and smiled menacingly. I knew it as he picked the needle up off the ground and stabbed it into my arm, pressing the top down and injecting the chemical into me.

Before everything became blurry, and my mind became dazed, I acknowledged someone leaning down above me and whispering something in my ear, the last thing I would comprehend for a long time. It was the voice of the big guy, and his voice was no louder than a whisper as he said the things that sealed my fate.

"I'm so sorry this had to happen to you."

So, uh, yeah. This story will probably only be two or three chapters, but it will be very drama filled (you know I'm a tad bit in love with drama…hence the storyline for Temptation…) *cough, cough* so ANYWAY. Please, give me a review, if you don't I'll be blue, and that is true, now go ahead and do what I asked you to.

Yeah, sorry, I know that rhyme was lame. *awkward silence* I'm feeling quite awkward today.

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