Chapter 1
That was it! Rachel had had enough of her father ruling over her like the master over a slave. She stormed out his office without looking back even though she could feel his yells vibrating off the walls and shaking the crystal chandelier in the overly extravagant entry way to their mansion. Rachel would never think of that place as home with its cold marble floors and the lack of little things that made a place a home. To her, that place would always be a prison and she couldn't wait to get away for good when she was eighteen.
For now though, the most she could do was run. Rachel didn't even bother to go back and get the keys to her Porsche. She just kept on running down the gravel driveway, straight through the open gates and ran down the sidewalk until she collapsed to the ground; completely out of breathe.
Rachel gazed down at her unnaturally pale hands as she took slow, deep breaths. She looked absolutely nothing like her father, Trevor, with his bronze skin, long snow white hair and jet black eyes. He looked more like the villain in a movie than anything else. Rachel was constantly told she more so resembled her mother, her dead mother. They both had the same abnormally pale, nearly grey skin tone, the violet eyes and the dark purple hair. Rachel continued thinking about her mother as she breathed slowly and a single tear began to trickle down her cheek. Rachel was so busy trying to catch her breathe that she failed to notice the black van pulling up behind her.
Just when Rachel heard the sound of the vans heavy door opened with a click she whirled around, but it was already too late. Two very muscular men draped in black from head to toe jumped out of the van and grabbed Rachel before she could even get off of her feet. She tried to free herself, kicking, punching and even biting anything she could reach, but it was hopeless. Her captors threw Rachel into the very back of the van and jumped in, slamming the door behind them before the driver, another man in all black, shot down the road. The two men who had been Rachel's captors didn't even stop for a second after they slammed the door shut. One of the men turned to get something from the passenger seat while the other scrambled to the very back to grab Rachel.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Rachel screamed at him, but he didn't even flinch, simply scooping her body into his grasp, trying to hold her down so she wouldn't struggle.
"Let me go!" Rachel screamed again, but no matter how hard she struggled her captor kept an iron grip and refused to budge. The other man who had grabbed her now came into her line of sight holding a small gas tank and an oxygen mask. The man smiled menacingly as her kneeled in front of her face to attach the mask as he spoke in a low, masculine voice with an eerie edge to it.
"Don't make a fuss, your highness. You're just gonna take a nap." He said, sarcasm dripping from his like honey.
"You will be home sooner or later…or…maybe not at all." The man began to laugh as he finally won the battle of getting the mask over Rachel's mouth. The other men in the van soon joined him in a chorus of menacing laughs as Rachel inhaled the knock out gas and drifted off with the man's words ringing in her ears.
