Abducted

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Chapter 2

Pain.

That was the first ting I recalled feeling when I woke up. My head was swimming, my limbs were aching and I kept moaning for a while unable to truly open my eyes or get up. I felt along what seemed like a dry grassed surface and tried again to get up. I groaned when I fell hard on my stomach.

I slowly rolled unto my back and opened my eyes. The room was dark but the ceiling seemed to be made of wood. I blinked and stared at it more. It was looking less and less like a ceiling each second. I forced myself to my knees and looked at the floor. It was strewn with straw. I looked around to see the same wooden surface as the 'ceiling.' I dug around and soon realized to my dismay that I was in a crate.

"What's going on here?" I rasped, "someone tell me what's going on!"

I looked around desperately. There was nothing in here besides the straw. What was I going to eat? How was I going to go to the bathroom? I looked at the straw and cringed.

NEVER!

I finally got to my feet and searched for a way out. My fingers running along and clasping tick planks of wood. A fingernail broke and I cried out as I sucked on the wound. I didn't know who took me or what they wanted. There were stories of kidnapped girls on the news. Some were sold as sex slaves. I prayed this was a ransom.

I looked around for a way out for hours. I ended up having to go to the bathroom in a corner of the crate. I've never been more mortified in my whole life. I was Trixie Tang. I lived in a mansion, not the woods. I soon started banging and shouting. I wasn't going to take this.

"Let me out of here!"

"I'm a Tang, damn it!"

"This is no way to treat a lady! Let me out!"

I had no idea how long I did it but there were sudden footsteps outside. I shouted even louder. I was intent on showing them I was no pushover. I wasn't some fearful obedient hostage. If they were going to treat me like crap I was going to give them hell.

Suddenly the crate was forced open. I could barely see since it was night time before I started shouting. But the silhouettes showed several people. Two stepped inside.

"Take me home," I ordered.

The shorter of the two cocked his head. I squinted my eyes for a better look. He seemed dark haired with unkempt hair and an unshaven face. I gulped when a noticed a rifle sticking out behind his back.

"What did you say girlie?" he asked with a voice that had a southern drawl.

The taller walked forward quickly. I instinctively moved towards the back of the crate sensing trouble. But he grabbed me and throttled me by the neck. His eyes blue and fierce, his white teeth bared on a hateful clean shaven face.

"Listen bitch," he said and his accent sounded from our area, "you make anymore noise and I'm going to shove this crate up your ass," he told me, "and trust me, I'll make it fit," he added.

I nodded quietly.

"I didn't hear you," the taller man snapped.

"I…I…I'll be q…quiet," I said crying.

I was flung on the ground and kicked twice for possible good measure.

"Should've kept quiet darlin'," the southerner said, "you're alive, be happy for that," he told me and left like the other man had already done.

I heard a few things landing on the crate floor and then the door closing with a bang. I jumped and hugged myself even tighter. My back and side screamed from the kicks I got from the other man. I looked in the direction of where stuff was dropped and I saw a white looking object, a few thin gleaming ones and one I couldn't make out.

I dragged myself over and realized it was food as I neared. I opened the white box that turned out to have Chinese food and ate hungrily. I drank the glowing little box juice and took a bite of the candy. Tears soon ran down my face. It was my favourite candy. Tad gave me two bars in a gift basket I got a month ago.

"Oh Tad," I said tearfully, "dad, Veronica, my friends, the school," I listed, "they must all be worried sick."

I racked my brain as to who might've been able to see anything strange happen and report me missing. All I recalled was that Tootie was waiting not too far from the limo. For what, I couldn't care less. I saw no use Tootie could be. She was smart yes but popular as a bat's sight in sunlight. I didn't see her rushing to my aid. Probably would think I met some psycho second boyfriend if I turned up dead. Judgemental bitch.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of my last day at school. I wore my pink haute couture Chanel blouse, Armani blue jeans, my custom made diamond encrusted Chanel watch, and black Christian Dior pumps. I looked so wonderful, so popular, so…

My eyes burst open. I looked at my feet to see cheap flip flops and I had on a stained white shirt with lime green short shorts.

"I'm a fashion nightmare!" I cried then covered my mouth, "whoo," I said when no one came.

I soon set the empty containers aside and hid the left over candy under some straw nearby. I didn't want anyone taking the little valuable stuff I had left.

I eventually drifted off to sleep. But suddenly the crate was pulled open. I moaned in protest.

"Get up," snapped the voice of the tall man.

I got up immediately. All tiredness gone.

"I got your dad on the line," he told me, "one wrong word from you and I'll riddle you with bullets," he said and I whimpered, "come you stupid girl so we can get the damn ransom," he snapped and dragged me out.

End Prologue

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