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International Kidnapping ((Me & musikfreakxx))
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Name: Francois Romanio Age: 25 |
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Name: Kylie Anders Age: 23 |
Kylie woke up, exhausted and confused. Her brown-green hazel eyes darted around quickly, but the room was too dark for her to see much. She noticed her hands were tied behind her back as she tried to jerk them apart. She tried to do the same with her ankles, but just ended up hitting them together harshly. She tried to let out a string of curse words, but alas her mouth was duct taped. Now she was just getting annoyed. She began to beat the floor with her hands and feet, though she knew it was most likely of no use. She wasn't stupid, so she refrained from hitting her hands too hard or accidentally dislocating something in the process. Her hair long, brown hair that cascaded to her mid back fell in front of her face, her bangs momentarily getting in her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, then gently back up to get her hair out of hair face. She growled deep in her throat and strained her eyes to see her surroundings. Slowly what had happened began to come into Kylie's mind. She remembered walking down the street from her favorite coffee shop. She had a cappucino in one hand, and her iPod in the other. She recalled bobbing her head, lost int he music as it carried through the wires of her iPod, to her ear buds, to her ears. It was too loud for her to hear much else, and she didn't pay attention to what was around her. The screeching of tires had filled her ears, then strong arms gripped around her. Like anyone else, Kylie tried to screamed. A cloth was placed over her mouth, and she was held for about 10 seconds longer until she lost consciousness. |
Fraoncois walked down the hall, remembering what he'd done earlier that night. He sighed softly and shrugged to himself. Then steeled up for when he reached the bare room he'd placed the girl in. He took a breath and slowly opened the door and walked in. "Hello." He said curtly. Then looked down at her, peering slightly. "Didn't hurt yourself did you?"
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Kylie glared at the man, suspicion filling her hazel eyes. She rolled her eyes as he asked the question, making an "mph" noise underneath the duct tape to show she couldn't answer. Her brown hair fell in front of her face, but she didn't bother to move it. She thought of tucking her hands under her legs to bring them in front of her, then punching him in the head and trying to escape. She decided to wait until she made an escape attempt, but kept the idea snugly in the back of her head. Kidnapping movies flowed through her head, and she scoffed under the tape at the thought of people saying that things like that never happen. She was the vice president's daughter, though she made sure not to let the title go to her head. She knew that the fact that she was his daughter made her a perfect target for hitmen or kidnappers. ---------- ((I will be traveling all day tomorrow and will not be able to post. My internet is also not working at my house so I will post as soon as I can.)) |
Francois chuckled slightly. "I forgot." Then stepped forward. "Don't try anything. You won't get away." He gently peeled the ducktape half way off her mouth. "Hungry?"
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