#kiddnapped

@whumpcember24 Day 7: Kidnapped

anon you have my heart

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It was cold and dark outside, and the rain had started to pour when they were only half the way home. They didn’t have an umbrella or anything else to hold over their head, so their hair was falling in their face and they had to keep their eyes down so they wouldn’t constantly have to wipe their glasses off.

That’s why they didn’t see the men coming at them from up the street, why they couldn’t react in time to stop themself being dragged into the alley and having their head slammed into a wall, why they couldn’t stop him doing it again and again until they passed out.

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They sat down, wrapped up in a yellow knitted blanket with a mug of coffee. Today, they decided, they would stay in. No answering calls, no stress about work, no stress at all. They had a separate phone for his team and for emergencies, so didn’t feel too guilty when they turned off their mobile and the landline before making coffee, or when they ignored the first knock at the door in favour of choosing a book. It was a bit annoying that they kept knocking - why didn’t they leave? If it was so important, surely they could’ve called the number they gave them? They huffed, putting their blanket and book to the side and getting up from the sofa. 

As soon as they opened the door, ready to tell whoever it was to go away, five men burst into their house and shoved a bag over their head. their wrists and ankles were zip-tied and they yelled as they were roughly lifted and carried off. They kept yelling as they were dumped onto - into? - something, but stopped when the car boot slammed shut. no one would hear them now.

They’d taken the whole week off work.

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They couldn’t stop running, if either of them slowed even a little they were both done for. They had been snooping around the base trying to find a way in - any way to impress their team leader after what had happened. 

The probably could’ve been more careful, though. If  they had been, maybe the pair wouldn’t be running break neck through the woods. The base was on the outskirts of the forest, and neither of them had any clue where they were since they were going so fast. Would they even be able to find thier way home if they got away? 

The trees were getting steadily bigger and the roots steadily more above-ground the further they ran, and A fell flat on their face after tripping on one particular raised one.B hauled them up without stopping but their ankle was out of commission, so instead of running they were just frantically limping with B on one side holding them up.

They weren’t fast enough.

The guards caught up quickly, and A felt guilty when they noticed that most of them were out of breath - if they had seen that bloody root then they would’ve gotten away! B stepped in front of them protectively, but it was two against ten; They never stood a chance. A yelled out in protest when they slammed B down to the ground face first, slapping cuffs around their wrists before doing the same to A. They both struggled and spat obscenities at their captors all the way back to the base to mask their panic.

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A felt bad as soon as they slammed the door. They knew that B was only angry because he was scared but he was just so damn infuriating! Why couldn’t he see that they weren’t just a helpless kid? They were just as good as the others!

Sighing, they started walking down the road. There was no sound coming from inside the house after they had left and they had no idea if it was just well sound-proofed or if their team was just standing there in disapproval. Why could they do nothing right in their eyes? A almost felt like crying, and they knew they sounded like a kid but it was just so unfair!

They turned off into the alleyway so they could head to one of the other hideouts, and suddenly they were being dragged into a doorway, a wire wrapped around their neck which tightened before they could get a hand under it. They were pulled further into the dark, and they tried to kick back into whoever was holding them but they were rapidly loosing air and even if they did make contact it wasn’t strong enough to do anything. 

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