A silver sports car pulled up to the Wilson's house.
A tall brunette man got out of the car and walked towards the door, he wore a black button down shirt, khaki pants, and black shoes.
As he got close to the front door, he noticed something was wrong.
He ran to the door. It was busted in. He ran inside.
"Marie?…..Marie!" Richard yelled frantic.
He heard no answer, or any noise in the house at all.
He walked back to the front yard.
He stopped at the door noticing something taped to it.
Richard pulled it off and quickly read it.
"Oh my god," he gasped, "I have to get to her parents."
The raven-haired General and his wife talked to the other guests at the banquet.
They finally headed to their table, as the banquet was about to begin.
"Are you ready for your speech dear?" asked Mrs. Wilson
"Of course," he said with a smile, "I just wish Marie would have come tonight."
"You know she doesn't like these types of events, and she and Richard had a big date planned for tonight."
"True. But I would much prefer she would be here."
"I do too, dear. But you know teenagers," laughed Mrs. Wilson.
The lights began to dim and a spotlight lit up the stage. The grey haired mayor walked up the stairs and to the podium.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. On behalf of the city, I am proud to present, the General of the Marine Corps and the president of Wilson's Weaponry and Technology Industries, -"
"GENERAL WILSON!"
The crowd gasped and spun around to the source of the voice that interrupted he mayor.
Richard stood at the entrance.
General Wilson and his wife stood up.
Richard ran to their table.
"What happened?" he asked frantically, "Where's Marie?"
Richard handed him the letter he found on the door.
"I went to pick her up for our date, and the front doors were kicked in. I found that taped to the door," he said pointing at the letter.
General Wilson tore open the envelope and read over the paper inside, his eyes went wide.
"Call the police. Now."
Marie's eyes fluttered open. She looked around trying to remember where she was, but she couldn't see anything. It was pitch black dark.
She moved to sit up but a wave of pain hit her.
Then it came back to her, and she realized she was in the trunk of the car.
She began to hyperventilate.
She wouldn't be able to tell where she was, let alone know how long they had been driving.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the car stopped.
The trunk opened and the sudden light caused her to squint. Suddenly the opening was blocked by a tall figure.
"Have a pleasant trip?" asked the man.
Marie just glared at him
Jake laughed. Chills ran down Marie's spine.
"Hold still," he said.
He put a bag over her head and tied a rope around the bottom of the bag around her neck to hold it in place before she even realized what he was doing.
He jerked her out of the trunk and threw her over his shoulder and walked across the warehouse to the basement staircase, Marie kicking and screaming the whole way.
He opened the door leading to the narrow stairs.
"Lock the door when you come down,' he ordered the men.
He quickly went down the stairs into the basement. He walked down several hallways then finally entered a room.
He dropped Marie to the floor, untied her hands and chained them to the wall.
She yelled in pain as he chained her injured arm.
Jake knelt in front of her and roughly pulled the bag off her head, her strawberry golden hair cascaded down her back and around her face, her clip falling onto the floor.
He lifted her chin making her look directly into his cold blue eyes and ripped off her gag. She began to tremble.
Her silky hair was loosing it's curl, her bright blue eyes were wide and brimming with tears, black lines from mascara stained her face from the falling tears. A large purple and black bruise was forming on her left temple, the right side of her face was deep red and black with cuts from road burn, and her right arm was soaked in blood, the cloth on her arm was a deep red. Her once pearl white dress now had smudges of dirt and blood.
"Don't worry, my dear. You will be seeing your mother and father soon."
"W-what are you talking about?" she whispered, horse.
Jake chuckled darkly and tied the rope that was still around her neck to a hook on the wall,
He stood up and turned on a light. A television set sat across the room along with two video cameras. One camera sat on top of the television, and the other was set up just a few feet away from Marie.
Jake turned on the television. Marie's eyes went wide; it was a live feed from her father's presentation.
Policemen and guests filled the room, flashing lights were coming in through the windows and open door.
"Looks like your little boyfriend went to the presentation and gave your father the letter," Jake laughed, "this is even better."
"Gag her Charles."
Charles redid her gag and stepped out of the camera's view.
Jake turned the light off above Marie and stood in front of the television.
"Let the fun begin," he said as he clicked on the video camera.
Marie heard gasps issuing from the television as the people in the room noticed the man appearing on the large projection screen in the room.
"Hello General, I see you got the letter sooner than expected."
"Who are you? What have you done with my daughter?" yelled the General.
"Don't worry, she's right here with me, safe and sound."
The light clicked on above Marie, along with the video camera.
"MARIE!" yelled her father.
"Oh god, my baby!" cried her mother.
Marie pulled at the chains as hard as she could and screamed through her gag.
"What have you done to her?" yelled her father.
The light and video camera turned off of Marie and the man stepped back in front of the television.
"Oh you think this is bad?" Jake laughed sending chills down Marie's back, "Just you wait, unless you deliver the items in that letter you received by the exact time specified, things will get a lot worse for your child."
He cut off the camera and turned towards Marie walking towards her.
"Now we wait for a call to see if your father cares enough to send the items, if not, we're going to give him a show."
Marie's heart began to beat faster and chills ran over her body.
Jake ripped off her gag and untied the rope around her neck, then turned and left the room.
Marie hung her head and began to cry.
The policemen surrounded General Wilson as he read the letter again.
"Leave the following weapons at the address below by one am, Monday. No exceptions."
The General looked at his watch then at the detectives and chief of police, "We have thirty-six hours"
The chief of police took the list and read over the demanded weapons.
"I'm sorry, General Wilson, but we can not allow you to hand over these weapons-"
"What do you suggest we do? This is my only child we are talking about!"
"I understand, General, but the weapons they have demanded are for military use only, you know this."
Mrs. Wilson began to cry.
"My poor baby! You have to do something!" she cried pointing at the chief of police.
"We will do all we can, but I am afraid this exchange is not worth it. We will see what happens when we don't deliver and continue from there, it's likely he's just all talk," he responded gently.
"Did you not see her? She's already in bad shape! Can you imagine what he'll do if he doesn't gets what he wants?" yelled General Wilson.
"I'm sorry sir, but seeing as this is a list of military weapons, we need to inform the FBI before we can do anything," explained the chief.
General Wilson glared at him, "Well, what are you waiting for? Call them!"