When I woke up, I realized that my head hurt like hell. I also realized that I was dressed in a pink fly-away baby doll. Great. The next thing that I notice is that there are two men still here, and one of them is poking me.

"Be careful, man, she bites." Marc says

"She won't if she knows what's good for her, right baby doll?" Rob says

"Get your finger out of my face, before I bite it off." I say through clenched teeth. Sub-consciously I pull my knees up to my chin.

"Right." he says. But he doesn't back off.

So, myself being a woman who keeps her word, I lunge forward and bite down on his index finger, hard. I feel bones breaking, and I taste blood. I hear screaming. The next thing I know is that i'm choking. Its not from the finger, it's because marc is behind me, with a pool stick in front of my neck, and he using it to choke me. I struggle as much as I can, but eventually, everything goes black.

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"Please tell me she's dead!" Rob says

"I think so. STUPID! I TOLD YOU SHE BITES! AND NOW YOU GOT TO GO A SCREW THINGS UP AS USUAL! NOW THE BOSS IS GONNA KILL ME!" Marc Screams

"No I won't. But what I will say is this. A, don't let it happen again, and B, we have GOT to get out of here. Her team is looking for her, it's all over the news, and if she is dead, we need to be long gone before they get here. So lets move, Move, MOVE!" Boss says

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"Guys we've got a hit!" Reid exclaims, waking me up.

"Wha? You Do! Whoisit? Dowehaveanaddressyet? Issheok? Whatshelooklike? how-." Reid throws his hands up to make me stop.

"First, take a breathe" I do "ok good, now repeat yourself, slower, and ill answer your questions." he says

"Who is it?"

"Ronnie Drake. Bobby Drakes brother, Bobby was the one who tried to kidnap you."

"Do we have an address yet?"

"Yes"

"What is it?"

"34 West Lane"

"Is she ok?"

"We don't know that yet."

"What does he look like?"

"Like this..." he took out a picture a put it up on the board. It was a man with chestnut brown hair, and equally brown eyes. He was pale, and freckles so he was obviously Irish.

"How do you know all of this?"

"He was found walking in with an open syringe."

"Ok, well, what are we waiting for, let's go"

And with that we all left