Kidnaped
Chapter One
"Hey I'll be home soon Cammie, alright. Okay bye." said Rachel Morgan. She was coming out of an place her, Matt, and Joe used to hang out at. She came to remember the good times, her realationship with Joe. Which ended a month ago when Joe decided to go back to the circle.
He didn't say good-bye. She just went to see how he was doing one day at Gallagher, he wasn't there.
A month later a CIA agent was killed, the murder Joe Solomon.
Rachel rubbed her arms feeling the October breeze come in. Thank God she decided to wear long sleeves today. She went through her purse searching for her keys, standing in front of her door. Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her and a cloth held to her mouth. She breathed in a stech, it burned her throat and made her feel dizzy. She knew what was happening, and she tried to get out of the person's lock. But with that drugged clothed to her mouth it was hard to even focous and stay awake.
The person dragged her away from her car, and they pressed the cloth harder. She finally gave in and went limb.
Rachel opened her eyes she saw a bit of sunlight, she felt a pounding on her head and still felt tired. She felt herself underneath her move and realized she was inside a car. She went to go put her hands on her face and saw that her hands were tied together. Her arms and ankles were tied, she lay still. Waiting to see where the car will take her. She counted, but would lose count everytime she closed her eyes.
The car stopped, she heard one door open and close. A few seconds later the door in front of her opened, she shut her eyes from the extra sunlight coming in. She tried to get a good look at the person who kidnaped her. It was a male she could tell.
He picked her up and carried her over. He sat her inside another car leaning her against the seat behind her. He went to touch her face but she moved away. He just took her head and touched something that was on her face, he ripped something off that left a stinging pain. Rachel saw that it was ducttape, and tried to rub the pain away. When she tried again to get a better look at him, she still couldn't he was turned around and her vision was still blurred from the sun.
He turned around holding a bottle of water and a straw. She watched him put the straw in the water, and walk up to her. He put the straw on her lips. "Drink it," he told her.
But she refused to drink it, for all she knew it could be piosenous or fill with drugs.
He sighed, put the water down and tilted her head back. The next thing she felt was cold water dripping onto her. Some made it down her throat the rest she felt wet her shirt. The man took the water away and layed her down. "Sorry about that."
Rachel tried getting up, only to be pushed down.
He turned her on her back. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Who are you?" she asked her voice hoarse.
He didn't answer her, instead he just backed up and looked around.
She stared at him a little longer, thats when she recognized him. "Joe?"
Joe looked back at her, walked back to her. He took out somthing from his back pocket, sat her up again and wrapped a handkerchief around her. The handkerchief laying in between her lips. Layed her back down, he stepped back about to close the trunk door. Rachel started to scream, but nothing much came out. "I'm sorry about this," he said and closed the door on her.