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A strong arm held tightly onto her face, keeping her from screaming too loudly. Another man, who'd stolen the phone from her, hung up quickly and laughed.
"Take her to the car. She is to be unharmed, do you understand? Make sure everyone knows! I will not tolerate screw ups." The man's loud, booming voice filled the room with a commanding and serious presence. The accomplice led Serena forcefully out the door, shoving her roughly into the car awaiting. The leader followed quickly and jumped in beside the two, calling to the driver to make his getaway.
Tears cascaded down Serena's face as she struggled to comprehend the recent events, but soon she regained her composure and sat straight-backed with the men on either side of her. Releasing her mouth slowly, the men told her to be quiet until they allowed her to speak.
"Our names are, for your purposes, Ray and Jay. They are in no way our real names and it will not help you in prosecuting us. I am Ray, and I am the leader of the Society." His hand reached for Serena's and grasped it firmly, not causing pain, but causing more fear to rise in Serena's heart.
"My name is Jay," added the accomplice, "and I will be your guard." The man's face twisted into a small smile as he looked at Serena's stunned face. "No one will hurt you, so long as your boyfriend pays. We only need you to get back at the Shields."
"You may, of course, ask us any questions throughout our situation, so long as it is not information that can incriminate us." Ray spoke calmly but firmly, knowing his own rights and how to use them to his advantage.
Serena's face cracked and she looked curiously from man to man. "So, you'll release me as soon as Darien or his parent's pay?" Her eyes filled with hope and her voice was quiet, almost unheard.
"Yes, and you will be unharmed. We wouldn't cause you pain unless they did not pay up in time, even then, it would be quick. I shot to the heart, painless, really." Ray smiled evilly.
They drove for nearly an hour until they arrived at a small house in the forest. Serena was grabbed roughly once again and walked up to the house. The door was opened and she stepped in cautiously, fearing an attack from people inside the building. When no one came at her and not a thing stirred, Serena's heart slowed down and she sighed in relief.
The men set her up in the house with everything for comfortable life, excluding a phone, satellite television and a computer. There was a fridge filled with food and a stove beside it, a microwave on the counter and cupboards full of food. Serena was comforted slightly by the effort her captors had made in ensuring she would not come to harm by any means, though in her mind she knew what the real reason was behind the food and lush settings. Her captors had listened in on her phone calls to Darien, and they'd followed her many times to the Arcade where she ate regularly. After witnessing her bond with food, the captors had known that she would not try to escape to a place where there was no food if there was an abundant supply at her reach.
A long day passed by and Ray and Jay had left to go to a cabin only yards away, locking the doors with five locks each. Serena had changed and crawled into bed, crying at the thought of her mother's worried face. There had been no time to leave a note; what would her mother think right now? 'I must ask the men to let me call her and at least tell her I'm alright.' She thought aloud before drifting into an uneasy sleep.
The sun peaked through the window early the next morning and Serena woke in a cold sweat. Bolting upright, her hand flew to her forehead and felt for a fever. 'Was it real? Where am I?' Serena thought wildly. She jumped out of bed to check her surroundings and cried aloud at the sight before her eyes; this was not her home... her dreams must be true!
Soon after dressing, a knock came at the door and Serena cautiously looked through the peephole. Ray's large face peered through and he smiled half-heartedly. Reaching for his keys, he slowly undid the five locks and opened the door.
"Serena. I brought a cell phone for you to call your mother. I don't think it was right to leave without a note. I will talk to her as well, and let her know that you will not be harmed." Ray spoke with contempt and authority. He handed Serena the phone, which she grabbed and frantically dialed the number.
"Mom! It's me, Serena. I'm okay, don't worry." Serena's smile faded as she heard her mother's crazed voice on the other end of the phone.
"Sere! Darien's so mad, and scared... they promise they'll get you back no matter the cost. Let me talk to that man now... I want to give him a piece of my mind!" Eileen roared over the phone into her daughter's ear. Silently, she handed the phone over to the man. He held the phone to his ear and grunted, and at once a verbal assault resounded into his ears.
"You listen to me, mister! You harm one hair on my daughter's head and I'll kill you myself! Do you understand me?" Eileen screamed violently on her end of the line, and Serena smiled at Ray's fear and disbelief that one person could be so loud.
"We wouldn't harm your daughter, ever. I promise you that. We are not murderers, and have never been. Your daughter will be treated with utmost respect, ma'am." Ray calmly stated, his eyes still wide with shock. Did this woman not know that she could be endangering her daughters life?
The feud ended as quickly as it started, and Serena grabbed back the phone and said a teary good-bye, her mother crying as much as she. Sitting back down on the bed, Serena looked up at Ray with a curious look and struggled to control her hiccups.
"Why did you lie to my mother? She deserves to know the truth." Serena's voice cracked and she suppressed another hiccup.
"I did not lie to your mother. We, in truth, shall not hurt you. You will come out of this unscathed by us. Of course, what others aside from Jay and myself is not accounted for in that little promise." An evil grin spread wide across his face. "Today, you will meet the other men here at camp. We are all high in our respective social ladders, and you will call the men "sir" and the ladies "ma'am" and obey all of us all the time. There, of course, are punishments." He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her over to a small dresser. "These are your clothes. Put on one outfit and come to the front door. I will leave you to your privacy." And with that, Ray turned on his heel and walked out of the small cabin, locking the door behind him.
Serena looked into the top drawer in the five drawer dresser and stared. White underwear and socks lined this drawer. Slowly, she pulled open the other drawers in order: first there were white button-up long sleeve shirts; next came knee-length black pleated skirts; next were navy blue and green plaid pleated skirts; last came grey pleated skirts. There were many; as though the captors had planned for a long stay. Serena chose a black skirt and a white shirt, pulled out fresh underwear and socks, and began changing. She threw her other clothes into a hamper and walked to the door. 'Where are my shoes?' she though, looking around the room to see if Ray had moved them. It was then she noticed a pair of black Mary-Jane's. 'What am I, a waitress?' crossed Serena's mind as she knocked on the door. "I'm ready!" she called loudly to Ray on the other side of the door. He opened it for her and she stepped through, only to be grabbed by another person. This one was short, nearly her height, and had blonde hair.
"You won't be going anywhere, Miss." The man said quietly.
"Do not, under any circumstances, ask a persons name. It will cause you to go without food for a day. Is that understood?" Ray stated quickly, as though to prevent Serena from an unnecessary pain. She could only nod her head as she was walked to the car awaiting them. The two men pushed Serena into the car and closed the door quickly, signaling to the driver to leave immediately. They drove for a half hour to a huge mansion. The men informed her that this was the headquarters of the Society, and if they were going to kidnap Serena and have to feed her, they figured she might as well work for it. The driver pulled the car to a stop and walked around to the door, opening it slowly to allow the men to exit. Serena walked between the two men, still silent and meek. They took her to the kitchen and gave her a tray; all day she was to wait on the people of the Society and see that they were content.
Serena walked around patiently and did everything the people asked of her; it often times included making the same drink three or four times to make it just perfect, which amused the people for at least ten minutes. After about six hours of this, Ray came to take Serena back to her small cabin; his smile dim. The car ride home was interrupted; a phone call came through from the Shields' house.
"Four installments? Yes, but that means one a week. You wish to prolong Serena's suffering for four weeks?" Ray's voice was calm but demanding; he knew to appeal to their need to get Serena out of his hands.
"Well, if you give me 24 million, we could make it daily." Serena's eyes flew open. Daily? That would mean a mere week with these pompous people, and Serena saw opportunity.
"Ray, sir, may I speak with them for a moment or two? Please?" Serena's voice was sweet and her face had twisted into a severe case of puppy-dog eyes. The man nodded his head and handed the phone over to Serena.
"Hey, you guys, I'm fine. I just wanted you to know that. Can I talk to Darien, please?" Serena's heart leapt at the thought of hearing Darien's voice.
"Sere! I'm so sorry, We'll get you home soon, I promise!" came Darien's scared but brave voice loudly over the phone.
"Darien, don't worry. It isn't bad here. Just please, hurry. I miss my mom!" Serena's voice cracked and fresh, hot tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Serena, I promise. It won't take long. We better go, I don't want you to get in trouble. I love you."
"Oh, Darien!" came her reply, but it didn't come quickly enough. She didn't even have time to respond true to her heart, for at that moment, the car veered off the road and the signal was lost.
A strong arm held tightly onto her face, keeping her from screaming too loudly. Another man, who'd stolen the phone from her, hung up quickly and laughed.
"Take her to the car. She is to be unharmed, do you understand? Make sure everyone knows! I will not tolerate screw ups." The man's loud, booming voice filled the room with a commanding and serious presence. The accomplice led Serena forcefully out the door, shoving her roughly into the car awaiting. The leader followed quickly and jumped in beside the two, calling to the driver to make his getaway.
Tears cascaded down Serena's face as she struggled to comprehend the recent events, but soon she regained her composure and sat straight-backed with the men on either side of her. Releasing her mouth slowly, the men told her to be quiet until they allowed her to speak.
"Our names are, for your purposes, Ray and Jay. They are in no way our real names and it will not help you in prosecuting us. I am Ray, and I am the leader of the Society." His hand reached for Serena's and grasped it firmly, not causing pain, but causing more fear to rise in Serena's heart.
"My name is Jay," added the accomplice, "and I will be your guard." The man's face twisted into a small smile as he looked at Serena's stunned face. "No one will hurt you, so long as your boyfriend pays. We only need you to get back at the Shields."
"You may, of course, ask us any questions throughout our situation, so long as it is not information that can incriminate us." Ray spoke calmly but firmly, knowing his own rights and how to use them to his advantage.
Serena's face cracked and she looked curiously from man to man. "So, you'll release me as soon as Darien or his parent's pay?" Her eyes filled with hope and her voice was quiet, almost unheard.
"Yes, and you will be unharmed. We wouldn't cause you pain unless they did not pay up in time, even then, it would be quick. I shot to the heart, painless, really." Ray smiled evilly.
They drove for nearly an hour until they arrived at a small house in the forest. Serena was grabbed roughly once again and walked up to the house. The door was opened and she stepped in cautiously, fearing an attack from people inside the building. When no one came at her and not a thing stirred, Serena's heart slowed down and she sighed in relief.
The men set her up in the house with everything for comfortable life, excluding a phone, satellite television and a computer. There was a fridge filled with food and a stove beside it, a microwave on the counter and cupboards full of food. Serena was comforted slightly by the effort her captors had made in ensuring she would not come to harm by any means, though in her mind she knew what the real reason was behind the food and lush settings. Her captors had listened in on her phone calls to Darien, and they'd followed her many times to the Arcade where she ate regularly. After witnessing her bond with food, the captors had known that she would not try to escape to a place where there was no food if there was an abundant supply at her reach.
A long day passed by and Ray and Jay had left to go to a cabin only yards away, locking the doors with five locks each. Serena had changed and crawled into bed, crying at the thought of her mother's worried face. There had been no time to leave a note; what would her mother think right now? 'I must ask the men to let me call her and at least tell her I'm alright.' She thought aloud before drifting into an uneasy sleep.
The sun peaked through the window early the next morning and Serena woke in a cold sweat. Bolting upright, her hand flew to her forehead and felt for a fever. 'Was it real? Where am I?' Serena thought wildly. She jumped out of bed to check her surroundings and cried aloud at the sight before her eyes; this was not her home... her dreams must be true!
Soon after dressing, a knock came at the door and Serena cautiously looked through the peephole. Ray's large face peered through and he smiled half-heartedly. Reaching for his keys, he slowly undid the five locks and opened the door.
"Serena. I brought a cell phone for you to call your mother. I don't think it was right to leave without a note. I will talk to her as well, and let her know that you will not be harmed." Ray spoke with contempt and authority. He handed Serena the phone, which she grabbed and frantically dialed the number.
"Mom! It's me, Serena. I'm okay, don't worry." Serena's smile faded as she heard her mother's crazed voice on the other end of the phone.
"Sere! Darien's so mad, and scared... they promise they'll get you back no matter the cost. Let me talk to that man now... I want to give him a piece of my mind!" Eileen roared over the phone into her daughter's ear. Silently, she handed the phone over to the man. He held the phone to his ear and grunted, and at once a verbal assault resounded into his ears.
"You listen to me, mister! You harm one hair on my daughter's head and I'll kill you myself! Do you understand me?" Eileen screamed violently on her end of the line, and Serena smiled at Ray's fear and disbelief that one person could be so loud.
"We wouldn't harm your daughter, ever. I promise you that. We are not murderers, and have never been. Your daughter will be treated with utmost respect, ma'am." Ray calmly stated, his eyes still wide with shock. Did this woman not know that she could be endangering her daughters life?
The feud ended as quickly as it started, and Serena grabbed back the phone and said a teary good-bye, her mother crying as much as she. Sitting back down on the bed, Serena looked up at Ray with a curious look and struggled to control her hiccups.
"Why did you lie to my mother? She deserves to know the truth." Serena's voice cracked and she suppressed another hiccup.
"I did not lie to your mother. We, in truth, shall not hurt you. You will come out of this unscathed by us. Of course, what others aside from Jay and myself is not accounted for in that little promise." An evil grin spread wide across his face. "Today, you will meet the other men here at camp. We are all high in our respective social ladders, and you will call the men "sir" and the ladies "ma'am" and obey all of us all the time. There, of course, are punishments." He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her over to a small dresser. "These are your clothes. Put on one outfit and come to the front door. I will leave you to your privacy." And with that, Ray turned on his heel and walked out of the small cabin, locking the door behind him.
Serena looked into the top drawer in the five drawer dresser and stared. White underwear and socks lined this drawer. Slowly, she pulled open the other drawers in order: first there were white button-up long sleeve shirts; next came knee-length black pleated skirts; next were navy blue and green plaid pleated skirts; last came grey pleated skirts. There were many; as though the captors had planned for a long stay. Serena chose a black skirt and a white shirt, pulled out fresh underwear and socks, and began changing. She threw her other clothes into a hamper and walked to the door. 'Where are my shoes?' she though, looking around the room to see if Ray had moved them. It was then she noticed a pair of black Mary-Jane's. 'What am I, a waitress?' crossed Serena's mind as she knocked on the door. "I'm ready!" she called loudly to Ray on the other side of the door. He opened it for her and she stepped through, only to be grabbed by another person. This one was short, nearly her height, and had blonde hair.
"You won't be going anywhere, Miss." The man said quietly.
"Do not, under any circumstances, ask a persons name. It will cause you to go without food for a day. Is that understood?" Ray stated quickly, as though to prevent Serena from an unnecessary pain. She could only nod her head as she was walked to the car awaiting them. The two men pushed Serena into the car and closed the door quickly, signaling to the driver to leave immediately. They drove for a half hour to a huge mansion. The men informed her that this was the headquarters of the Society, and if they were going to kidnap Serena and have to feed her, they figured she might as well work for it. The driver pulled the car to a stop and walked around to the door, opening it slowly to allow the men to exit. Serena walked between the two men, still silent and meek. They took her to the kitchen and gave her a tray; all day she was to wait on the people of the Society and see that they were content.
Serena walked around patiently and did everything the people asked of her; it often times included making the same drink three or four times to make it just perfect, which amused the people for at least ten minutes. After about six hours of this, Ray came to take Serena back to her small cabin; his smile dim. The car ride home was interrupted; a phone call came through from the Shields' house.
"Four installments? Yes, but that means one a week. You wish to prolong Serena's suffering for four weeks?" Ray's voice was calm but demanding; he knew to appeal to their need to get Serena out of his hands.
"Well, if you give me 24 million, we could make it daily." Serena's eyes flew open. Daily? That would mean a mere week with these pompous people, and Serena saw opportunity.
"Ray, sir, may I speak with them for a moment or two? Please?" Serena's voice was sweet and her face had twisted into a severe case of puppy-dog eyes. The man nodded his head and handed the phone over to Serena.
"Hey, you guys, I'm fine. I just wanted you to know that. Can I talk to Darien, please?" Serena's heart leapt at the thought of hearing Darien's voice.
"Sere! I'm so sorry, We'll get you home soon, I promise!" came Darien's scared but brave voice loudly over the phone.
"Darien, don't worry. It isn't bad here. Just please, hurry. I miss my mom!" Serena's voice cracked and fresh, hot tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Serena, I promise. It won't take long. We better go, I don't want you to get in trouble. I love you."
"Oh, Darien!" came her reply, but it didn't come quickly enough. She didn't even have time to respond true to her heart, for at that moment, the car veered off the road and the signal was lost.