Right then and there I freak out. Not knowing what to do any further, I freeze in my spot like a criminal cornered by police. The doors suddenly burst open.

Out runs 3 little kids and a mother trying to regain control after she locks the car. I look to where the kids run to and only then do I notice the field with a little playground in the middle.

Well now I feel stupid.

I decide to walk on and soon feel the need to listen to music... No headphones. Well, that's just great. I never have them on me when going to school, because during classes I actually focus. As for free time Jessica, Lucas and well him always kept school interesting, but not to dwell on such thoughts right now.

All I can think of is to get home. To get to my comfort zone. To get to my room, my bed, my kitchen, my food. To my mom who understood everything about me. To my dad who always gave the best advice after listening with an open heart. I just want to get home. Can this walk be any more tiring. I need my headphones. Screw it. I decide to play the music out loud. Even though it just isn't the same.

Jorja Smith - Teenage Fantasy, this should do.

I wish I didn't leave Jess behind like that, but I ran on emotion. I was livid, blood boiling, head pounding, heart racing, downright furious, shocked, crushed, torn to shreds... I still am. How could things have gone so wrong just as everything was going so right? Life was finally set in place. Then this. To think I believed he actually cared for me. The blockheaded jerk.

Great. Another vehicle is slowly heading my way. I'm not about to play cops and robbers again, so I simply walk on.

The vehicle stops a few say 10 meters away from me, but me walking on of course decreases this space. I wonder how many kids are going to hop out of this one. The doors fly open and it's two that make an appearance. Except these, are no little kids.

Instead two huge terminator machines hop out, wearing black from head to toe, masks included. They march their way to me like a pair of ecstatic lieutenants about to inform their captain of the most brilliant news ever heard. Except I'm not their captain and they're definitely not serving the country.

My heart starts racing and just as I turn around to make a run for it, they both grab me at the same. Of course I'm not going down without a fight. So I start to kick, punch, yell, scream, and pray for a miracle. But I think God took a power nap during my prayer cause these guys aren't fazed one bit. They just won't budge no matter what I do. I am fighting against brick walls.

They walk me over to the back of the vehicle as if it's the most casual thing to do in the world. One even starts whistling a tune as he opens the back door.

These guys are insane. They're so nonchalant about kidnapping me. Not the slightest emotion of panic, having cold feet, stress or even the slightest of tension. These guys are intimidating and I am petrified of what's to happen next.

Then I feel a heavy object hit the back of my head. It feels like someone slammed a spade against it. As I rotate to see what it was, I see that it is the one guy's freaking fist! What does he eat for a living? Concrete!?

The world starts spinning before I blackout as they place me in the back seat.

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One of the kidnapper's POV:

Steven do this. Steven do that. Not a single, 'well thank you Steven for all your hard work'. Especially since it's all illegal! I-  "Steven!" One of the guys yell snapping me out of my thoughts. Great here we go again.

"You're assigned with Frank today. Boss says only five," he says handing me the files and scanner then leaves.

Heading out, I find Frank along the way. We grab a coffee each and go straight to the vehicle. Once inside, I remove the map from the glove compartment. Since we had no specific target in mind, I shut my eyes and play a game of 'Don't pick a Dumbass Location'. Finally, my finger lands on a spot that's a decent 45km away from our location and we take off.

15 Minutes into our drive, we spot our first victim who just so happens to be in desperate need of a ride. This is too easy. We pull over after taking our masks off, she gets in. Since she voluntarily placed herself in this position, there is no need to knock her out just yet.

I ask her a few basic questions that aren't suspicious but are indeed very useful to us. Such as her name, age, where she's heading to, those typical things. Little does she know every bit of information is being written down in a file specially made just for her.

"You can make a right turn over here." She says, but we intentionally drive pass, then Frank stops. Turns around to her saying ohh before shoving the needle in her leg. She passes out. We drive on.

Our next victim just left the mall we came across, she looks pretty.

I like. I want.

To kidnap of course, not to keep for myself. I don't roll like that, at least not anymore.

We pull up next to her once she's in the parking lot. "Can I help you?" She says with a tone full of attitude.

"Yeah actually you can sweetheart... You see, my dick is itching and needs a scratch." Frank idiotically replies as he gets out the vehicle.

Before she gets the chance to scream, he knocks her out cold and places her in the back seat next to the other chick. I place her index finger on the scanner to find out who she is while Frank continues to drive.

We catch our third victim as she leaves her house. Probably on her way to school or something. Oh well.

After our fourth victim, who put up one hell of a fight, by the way, we decide to take them back to base. The space for another body in the vehicle is non-existent.

We drop them off then head back out for our last victim, driving around for nearly an hour searching for one more person. Eventually, we spot someone in the distance.

Perfect.

Now don't go and get me wrong. She's not perfect. I've snatched, lured, kidnapped better-looking females. She makes the situation perfect as our assignment will finally be completed. We put our masks back on before slowing down close to her. As we stop, I notice her tear stained face and heartbroken expression.

Shame. Time to do our job.

"This one looks easy," Frank comments before we get out the vehicle and run over to get her.

We grab her at the same time and watch as she tries to put up one heck of a fight, which only makes her weaker. Emphasis on 'tries'. This fragile twig is so easy to snap. Once we get her to the back seat, Frank decides to whistle a tune indicating just how easy this was. Eventually, I put her out of her misery before shoving her in and closing the door.

She dropped her cell phone on the ground during her struggle to escape our hold on her, the music still playing. The current song isn't too shabby really.

Schedules by Sigrid stood in bold on the screen.

Arriving back at base, we place Vivian in a room with the other girls. I came to learn her name once I completed scanning her index finger. Too bad she's not equally as good looking as the name is sexy.

I exit the room, head to the main office and hand over our assigned files and scanner to Marcus, our leader. He takes it and makes his way back to the room where Frank is watching over the girls.