When I finally came to, all I could tell was that I was lying on a disgusting, thin, dirty mattress that smelled like vomit, shit and piss. I actually gagged when I took my first breath alert. I opened my eyes and I was met with darkness. I thought I was in one of those weird dreams where you can't see anything.

"Hello?" I called out stupidly, it's not like I would actually want to talk to anyone that replied. My voice actually echoed, in this, where ever I was. Yup, definitely dreaming. But then something odd happened, I heard a faint click, then the door flew open and a bright white light flooded through the open doorway. I looked around and saw that I was in this tiny, room with cement floor, walls, and ceiling. Well this is charming. Then, a tall, muscular man, the one from before, stepped into the light. That's when reality rushed back to me. Someone actually took me, they took me from my life, never to return.

"Hello, cupcake, how are you?" I just looked up at this crazy man. Was he fucking serious? How am I? How the fuck did he think I was? "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" He asked again. I didn't respond this time either, and I could tell it irritated him. "Listen, cunt, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because you're new here. But for future references, when I ask you a fucking question, you better fucking answer." He screamed at me. "So let me ask you again. Are you hungry?" This time there was a distinct edge in his voice, as soon as he asked it again, my stomach let out a loud growl and he let out a low chuckle. "Well, I guess that answers that then." He turned back around, closing the door, and locking it behind him.

Then I started to panic, I searched the pockets of my cardigan, nothing, I searched the pockets of my winter coat that I still had on, when suddenly, my fingers brushed against the cool, bumpy surface of my cell phone case, hope soared through my body like a tidal wave of happiness. I was about to take it out of my pocket when I I heard that tiny click again and thought better of it.

This time, the mysterious man returned with a steaming plate of spaghetti. I was not going to fucking eat that. One, that's like a million fucking carbs right there, no way was that entering my system; and two, like I would ever eat anything that he fucking gave me. I have no idea what could be in it, there could the date rape drug in there, or he could have put some kind of drug in it, trying to get me addicted, so I would do what ever he wanted me to for a fix. Yeah, that's right I saw that movie Taken, no way am I falling for that.
He looked at me expectantly, I could tell that he had expected me to jump up with urgency and rush over to him, yanking that plate from his grasp and devouring the whole thing, but was he ever wrong. If that's what he wanted then he picked the wrong girl, this hunger I felt was nothing, I could go days before having to eat and that is exactly what I was planning to do. "Well, do you want it?"

"Nope." I said defiantly, trying my best to sound strong, even though I was actually trembling with fear. That was a habit I had, whenever I was nervous I started to shake and not just a little, a lot.

"Look, sugar, I know you're hungry, so why don't you just come get this, like a good little girl. I swear there aren't any drugs in it, look I'll eat some myself." He then grabbed the fork, and dug it into the heap of pasta, taking a generous amount out and shoving it into his mouth. That's disgusting, how could somebody even eat like that "There, happy now? Come and get it, I know you want to." There was a hint of patronizing in his voice, like he thought he was talking to a fucking 7 year old.

"I don't want that swill you call food." This time, I actually sounded strong, even to myself. In return he growled, yes, he actually growled, like a fucking animal. He bent down, dropped the plate and stalked out. Now was my chance, it was either now, or never.
I yanked my phone out of my pocket and turned on my locator. Then I quickly logged onto Facebook and began to hastily update my status. This was the only way to get the word out to everyone that I was missing. Anyone who reads this please notify my parents, I've been taken, I've been kidnapped. I am not fucking joking when I say this, I need you to come and find me. Please, God, don't think I'm kidding around, because I'm not. I was walking home when I was grabbed and I've been taken to... I quickly checked my locator, and what I saw shocked me. I'm in Huntington Beach, California, please come get me, I don't know what they're going to do to me. HELP ME!

Mysterious Man's POV

All five of us were gathered around the one tiny screen that showed us the surveillance from her holding cell. Seeing nothing happening, like we expected, I turned around and left, going to grab a beer.

"Hey, Bri, what's happening?" I turned back around and ran into the living room. On the screen showed Holly's small face, being illuminated by some mysterious source. As if at once, it dawned on all of us at once, She was on a fucking cell phone. We all leapt up from our places and started thundering down the basement steps, that bitch is in for it.

Holly's POV

I heard thundering footsteps, getting closer and closer, I fumbled around on my phone, trying to log out, fear flooding through my entire being. Just as the door, was thrown open, I successfully managed to log out. I looked up at five towering men, all coming closer and closer to me. Suddenly, the biggest man lunged for me, trying to grab my phone. We collapsed in a heap on the floor, struggling, me to get away, him to dominate me. As he won straddling me, he reached over and forcefully took my phone from my outstretched hand.
He looked down and the phone and rage filled his entire face. "Sign in." He spat at me through clenched teeth.

All I could do was squeak and almost inaudible, no. He slapped me, hard across the cheek, sending me reeling, My whole body ached with pain, both from the slap and the tackle.

"I said fucking sign in, you bitch!" He screamed. Man, these guys have anger issues.
He suddenly jumped up off me, still my phone in his hands. I lay there on the freezing cement floor, paralyzed with fear. Then two men bent down, seized my arms into their strong grasp and roughly hoisted me up of the floor. The largest man approached me once again. He came up to me, getting so close I could feel his breath on my face.

"FINE, YOU FUCKING WANNA PLAY IT THIS WAY, SLUT? TWO CAN FUCKING PLAY AT THIS GAME. WE WERE GONNA BE FUCKING NICE TO YOU. WE WERE GONNA BRING YOU UPSTAIRS, GIVE YOU YOUR OWN ROOM AND FUCKING COOK YOU MEALS. BUT YOU'VE CHANCED ALL THIS NOW, CUNT. YOU JUST MADE YOUR LIFE HERE A WHOLE LOT FUCKING HARD. YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN. YOU'LL BEG ME TO-" All throughout his rant I began to shake even more, I hated it when people yelled at me. I couldn't handle it. I, then, did the unthinkable. In one fluid motion, I bent over and threw up, all over this nasty man's fancy shoes.