Anzu walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
It was the middle of the night and Anzu was wearing pink silk pyjamas with little bunnies on them. She took a bottle of milk out and took a few gulps before putting it back.
The house was silent. It always seemed scary when no one else was in the house. Anzu hated being home alone, but her parents had gone on a vacation to Egypt and they thought Anzu was responsible enough to look after the house by herself. Well, she wished she didn't have that reputation. Being home alone was so boring to Anzu, and she needed desperately for fun and interesting to do.
Anzu switched on the TV. The picture came on all fuzzy and Anzu banged it to try and get it working. It didn't work and Anzu was getting annoyed. Now, there was nothing, no noise at all. She could just hear the creaks of the upstairs floorboards making it seem like there was a ghost in the house.
She felt a gust of wind all of a sudden, but just ignored it.
Anzu turned off the TV and put the bottle of milk back in the fridge. She turned around when suddenly she saw a large man standing in front of her. He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses. Anzu gasped and cranked her neck upwards to look at him. He was well over 6 foot tall.
"W-Who are you?"
She was about to finish her sentence when suddenly she was cut off. The man was holding a cloth in his hand and he shot out his hand and clamped it down over her nose and mouth, smothering her. She tried to pull his hand away but she was too weak.
Anzu recognised the smell coming from the cloth; it was chloroform. She panicked and desperately tried to squirm and wriggle free but it was no use. She had already breathed in the substance and was beginning to weaken.
She tried to keep her eyes open for as long as possible, but the man was much too strong for her and held the chloroform soaked cloth firmly over her nose and mouth, and in the end she went limp in the man's arms. The man took the cloth away from the girl's face and studied her. She was a very pretty young girl and the large man smiled. His work was done.
The large man then scooped Anzu into his arms with ease and carried her out of the house. Outside there was a limousine parked right in front of the house. The door opened automatically and the large suited man carried Anzu's limp, lifeless body and placed her in the back seat of the limo. The man got in after her and closed the door.
The limousine speeded off.
There were three men inside the limousine all wearing black suits and sun glasses. They all looked at Anzu's peaceful, sleeping face.
"Ah, she will do nicely," said one of the men. "We've bagged ourselves a real cutie here."
"Yes. But we still need to collect more. The Boss says the job yet ain't half done."
"Ah, The Boss ain't never satisfied. But I think we did pretty well here guys."
"Yeah, it was all too easy."
The three men laughed as Anzu lay unconscious in back seat, totally helpless against what they were planning.