Curiosity Killed the Cat,

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this story is about a girl called Ana that gets kidnapped


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“Help me please”. The grip on my arms wasn’t getting any looser so I started screaming as loud as I could but I was quickly stopped by a hand vigorously being put over my mouth.                                                                                                           

“You can scream all you like but no one’s going to hear you ok? .Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way; if you get into the boot with no retaliations, we might take it easy on you, and the hard ways is … well I’ll leave that up to your imagination” said the man, who also had an Australian accent. When I don’t struggle, he thinks that I’ve taken the easy way.

  “Atta girl, maybe you’re smarter than I thought”.

As his hand starts to pull away from my mouth I bite down with the strength I have, and start to run as fast as I ever had. I briefly heard the man curse but I didn’t stick around for the aftermath. Just as I had reached the end of the street I slowed down thinking I had lost him.

 God today has been so freaking scary but I survived. I got my phone out of my pocket and texted my mum that I would be home soon. As I was turning onto Jane St I heard a car slowly coming down the street, turning slowly I saw the same car that was in the factory. Panicking I quickly run up the street trying to get away from the car. This was a losing battle though because he had what I presume to be fully fuelled car whilst I had to run... barefoot. This didn’t stop me from running as fast as I could to try to get away from the car. Eventually though the car sped up and was equal with me. Cursing I try to find somewhere to hide. How could I be so stupid to think that they would let me go so easily?

 The tinted window rolled down and there was, what looked like a mid twenties man. He wasn’t wearing a ski mask like the other men in the factory and to be honest he scared me twice as much as what they did. Somehow I knew that this was a different person than the one that followed me, or the one that grabbed my elbow.


  “Hello Ana, did you really think that we’d just let you go”, the man said with an Italian accent, which the other men did not have.

 How the hell did he know my name? I shore as hell didn’t tell him.   

                                                                                                                                                                  “How do you know my name?” I said with a mix curiosity and anger slowing to a walk. 

“Ana you’d be surprised about how much I know about you”, The Italian said.   

 “I don’t know you, but I know your intentions so quit with the name calling, ok” I hissed at the man.             

  “I’ll call you whatever I want to sweetheart” he snapped. Shit he’s losing patients, and I presume a man like him wouldn’t be nice to be around when he’s angry.

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