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"What do you think you're doing? Trying to get the cops involved? Huh, who'd ya call?" the kidnapper asked the girl.

"No, I didn't call the cops. I don't know who I called, it was some random number, honest." the girl pleaded, afraid if he'd hurt her more than he already did.

Her left shoulder hurt worse than before. He'd smashed his gun into her shoulder causing a small gash and bruise to form on her left shoulder. He had done it because she had tried to escape, which he reacted to by hitting her, and tying her up in back of the abandoned warehouse.

Every night he would go over to her and tell her his plans about how each day would go by and no one would come to save her, and if someone tried to save her he would burn the place down; he had already poured kerosene all over. He owned a house 5 miles away from the house and would come and check on her every hour.