A/N: Hey guys! I am back, with a new story that I hope to update regularly. Usually Everlark is my thing, but, due to a friend's request, this will be an Odesta fanfic! A smidgen of Everlark, but this will be an action packed, survival, search thingy based on Odesta. Hope you enjoy, love you all, bai baiiii.
*Oh yeah don't forget to review too ^_^*
Annie's POV
Screaming. That's all I could hear for miles, the anguished, defeated screams of others locked away here. Miles and miles of tunnel, filled with women and girls, ranging in age. It was a safehouse, apparently. The only 'safe' place for pretty women like us, is what one of my kidnappers had said. I'd heard stories of women of all sizes, shapes and ages disappearing, but never in my wildest dreams would I've thought this would happen to me. Now, getting dragged through the concrete tunnels, a long way underground, there was no hope. He'd never find me, not in a million years. I just hope he finds someone else, forgets about me and lives happily with another girl. The thought of him with someone other than me infuriates me, but I want him to be happy, have a family. Not become broken over a crazy, messup like me, Annie Cresta.
I jolt up, awakening from my rest. I can't even call it a sleep, or even a nap. They won't let you have peace for long enough before they come and take you away. Every day, I tell myself the same thing. I tell myself it's to help me get along, but I really think it's to help me stay sane. For him.
My name is Annie Cresta. I am twenty years old. I am, or was, engaged to Finnick Odair. We were two weeks from getting married. I still keep my engagement ring with me. In hopes he will find me. As much as I wish he'll find me, I hope he's moved on. I hope he finds someone to make him happy-
'Come on now girlie. The master requests you especially.'
Finnick's POV
Every day. Never moving, never leaving the dark, pity hole I created for myself. Everyday she's been gone has gotten harder with every minute passing. It was just like the other stories. 'Young Woman In Twenties, Taken Off The Streets'. If no one had found the other women, what hope was there for me finding Annie? I just hope that she's… you know. I want her safe, back with me, here. Her warmth, her smile, her laughter and joy filling me with hope. That one day we'd have a family. Children. Grandchildren. But now all hope of a future has been torn down and thrown away, because I couldn't be there to protect her. If I'd left five minutes earlier, she'd be safe. Here, with me. Oh Annie Cresta, where are you?
A/N: OH MAH GOD! THAT WAS INTENSE. Any clue where Annie is? I tried not to make it too obvious. Please, if you are sensitive to course/harsh language, or sexual references, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. It's mainly based around the sex slave industry, so if you don't like that subject, I recommend you do not read. It's an important issue and not only do I want to write a story, I want to get a message out. So I hope you enjoy this story. Don't forget to review, fan and favourite, or don't, I ain't yo momma. Bye for now guys.