Post by Miro-Chan on Jan 11, 2022 1:42:53 GMT
[Reserved for argonaut24]
[Began writing on 01/10/2022]
It had been a regular day for Nia.
She’d finished attending her final class for the day and had only made it to her vehicle when she’d been grabbed. She hadn’t even been prepared for it to happen. It all happened too quickly for her brain to catch up. The loud screech of tires. The screams from her and the shouts from the men as two grabbed her from behind. The pain of how her shoulder had nearly been pulled out of the socket when she’d been roughly tugged from her car, her fingers instantly holding onto the black door handle. Before she could do anything, her hands were being bound behind her back and she was being gagged and blindfolded. The sound of the van door being slammed shut, the jolt of it bolting from where ever they’d pulled up beside the car made her knelt, struggling form fall backwards, and then she felt a harsh jab to her temple. Then everything went quiet.
The first time she awoke, the blonde was in a small bedroom. The second, she was on an airplane. She didn’t really remember any of the others aside from her being shaken awake to eat or drink and be glared at by a bunch of strangers. The final time she woke up, she was being dragged out of another white van and thrown into a cold holding cell. Nia must have been out for a matter of weeks, a month or two, even. She had no idea where she was and the only thing to give her location away was that the men who spoke were obviously Russian or Romanian. Neither of which she understood. She’d been stuck in the cell for two weeks and she was confused. Frightened. Panicked. What was she supposed to do in a kidnapping? She never thought she’d ever be kidnapped. It had only been in the news with other victims, or in books she read, or movies she watched. Yet, Nia knew exactly why someone wanted her. That was something she wasn’t confused about.
Chapped, pink lips pressed together and Nia readjusted her seated position on the old bed, the springs in the mattress whining beneath her weight. Her blue orbs flicked down to her wrists as she lifted her head up from its spot where she’d laid it on her inner arms, which had been resting on her knees. The door creaked open and she turned to look at the woman who walked inside. She had black hair that ended and curled up by her jawline and beautiful, honey colored eyes. Red lipstick and dark eyeshadow, as well. Then Nia saw the small tray in her hand, which had instruments she was used to seeing. Her wrist was grabbed roughly while the other woman barked something at her when she tried to pull it away and then she felt the sting of the needle as it entered her skin.
Nia remembered shoving the woman away, yanking the needle out from her arm, and she heard her scream, along with the vial of her blood breaking on the stone floor as she bolted for the door. The young woman managed to dodge and weave through the others that tried to grab her and even out into the snowy area. She’d gotten a car started because someone was stupid enough to leave the key in the ignition and she drove to the closest town, slammed on the breaks, and ran into the closest building she could find. It happened to be a small bar and Nia was out of breath, doubled over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch it. The warmth felt so much better than the frozen air outside and she took in the building with some awe.
She only had a few moments to look around when she saw some of the men from the building she’d escaped from walked into the crowded bar. Nia felt her heart pick up pace as she ducked down and hurriedly made her way for where she thought was the back exit, but it happened to be the men’s restroom. “Oh, shoot-“ She whispered when she saw a pair of boots in one of the open door stalls and she quickly backed out of the room. A newfound panic hit her as a massive pair of hands grabbed and spun her ‘round by her shoulders, pinning her against the wall that was at the end of the small hallway.
Blue orbs widened as she gazed into dark hickory ones of the older gentleman who’d managed to catch her. His hands slid down to grasp her by her upper arms, shaking her as he barked something in Russian at her, his face much too close for comfort, while he dragged her out the back door. The cold bit at her cheeks and nose, snowflakes gathering on her hair and blonde eyelashes. “You thought you could get away from us, huh? You are a stupid, little bitch aren’t y-?”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off when Nia sent her boot straight up, getting him good in the lower region. His face turned red with pain and the lack of air and Nia attempted to dart past him, but his hand shot out. She felt the frantic of her shirt being bunched together and the woman grunted when she was harshly slammed back against the wall. The anger came off the bearded henchman in waves and it showed in his expression as he gave her little to no personal space. His free hand sunk into her hair, after he sent a swift kick to her gut, his other hand releasing her shirt as it reared back to hit her. “The boss said I needed to take you back,” Nia struggled before her eyes widened, fear gripping at her heart as he prepared to strike her. “He never said anything about bringing her back with your pretty face still in tact.”
[Began writing on 01/10/2022]
It had been a regular day for Nia.
She’d finished attending her final class for the day and had only made it to her vehicle when she’d been grabbed. She hadn’t even been prepared for it to happen. It all happened too quickly for her brain to catch up. The loud screech of tires. The screams from her and the shouts from the men as two grabbed her from behind. The pain of how her shoulder had nearly been pulled out of the socket when she’d been roughly tugged from her car, her fingers instantly holding onto the black door handle. Before she could do anything, her hands were being bound behind her back and she was being gagged and blindfolded. The sound of the van door being slammed shut, the jolt of it bolting from where ever they’d pulled up beside the car made her knelt, struggling form fall backwards, and then she felt a harsh jab to her temple. Then everything went quiet.
The first time she awoke, the blonde was in a small bedroom. The second, she was on an airplane. She didn’t really remember any of the others aside from her being shaken awake to eat or drink and be glared at by a bunch of strangers. The final time she woke up, she was being dragged out of another white van and thrown into a cold holding cell. Nia must have been out for a matter of weeks, a month or two, even. She had no idea where she was and the only thing to give her location away was that the men who spoke were obviously Russian or Romanian. Neither of which she understood. She’d been stuck in the cell for two weeks and she was confused. Frightened. Panicked. What was she supposed to do in a kidnapping? She never thought she’d ever be kidnapped. It had only been in the news with other victims, or in books she read, or movies she watched. Yet, Nia knew exactly why someone wanted her. That was something she wasn’t confused about.
Chapped, pink lips pressed together and Nia readjusted her seated position on the old bed, the springs in the mattress whining beneath her weight. Her blue orbs flicked down to her wrists as she lifted her head up from its spot where she’d laid it on her inner arms, which had been resting on her knees. The door creaked open and she turned to look at the woman who walked inside. She had black hair that ended and curled up by her jawline and beautiful, honey colored eyes. Red lipstick and dark eyeshadow, as well. Then Nia saw the small tray in her hand, which had instruments she was used to seeing. Her wrist was grabbed roughly while the other woman barked something at her when she tried to pull it away and then she felt the sting of the needle as it entered her skin.
Nia remembered shoving the woman away, yanking the needle out from her arm, and she heard her scream, along with the vial of her blood breaking on the stone floor as she bolted for the door. The young woman managed to dodge and weave through the others that tried to grab her and even out into the snowy area. She’d gotten a car started because someone was stupid enough to leave the key in the ignition and she drove to the closest town, slammed on the breaks, and ran into the closest building she could find. It happened to be a small bar and Nia was out of breath, doubled over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch it. The warmth felt so much better than the frozen air outside and she took in the building with some awe.
She only had a few moments to look around when she saw some of the men from the building she’d escaped from walked into the crowded bar. Nia felt her heart pick up pace as she ducked down and hurriedly made her way for where she thought was the back exit, but it happened to be the men’s restroom. “Oh, shoot-“ She whispered when she saw a pair of boots in one of the open door stalls and she quickly backed out of the room. A newfound panic hit her as a massive pair of hands grabbed and spun her ‘round by her shoulders, pinning her against the wall that was at the end of the small hallway.
Blue orbs widened as she gazed into dark hickory ones of the older gentleman who’d managed to catch her. His hands slid down to grasp her by her upper arms, shaking her as he barked something in Russian at her, his face much too close for comfort, while he dragged her out the back door. The cold bit at her cheeks and nose, snowflakes gathering on her hair and blonde eyelashes. “You thought you could get away from us, huh? You are a stupid, little bitch aren’t y-?”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off when Nia sent her boot straight up, getting him good in the lower region. His face turned red with pain and the lack of air and Nia attempted to dart past him, but his hand shot out. She felt the frantic of her shirt being bunched together and the woman grunted when she was harshly slammed back against the wall. The anger came off the bearded henchman in waves and it showed in his expression as he gave her little to no personal space. His free hand sunk into her hair, after he sent a swift kick to her gut, his other hand releasing her shirt as it reared back to hit her. “The boss said I needed to take you back,” Nia struggled before her eyes widened, fear gripping at her heart as he prepared to strike her. “He never said anything about bringing her back with your pretty face still in tact.”
