Kidnapped
Taylor hugged the brown paper bag tightly to her chest. Blowing her brown hair out of her face she looked around. She was standing at the bus stop waiting for her school bus to arrive. Taylor lived in an unknown neighborhood not too far away from her school. There was no one else at the bus stop. She was 12 years old with high cheekbones and a skinny build. It was raining and the ground was slippery and wet. Ever since she was child, Taylor had always loved the smell of wet earth.
Feet slapped the wet pavement relentlessly and now it was raining so hard, it was hard to see. Taylor rubbed her cold hands on her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes for a moment.
Unfortunately, it had to happen then. Two pairs of rough hands grabbed her by her waist and one of the men who it belonged to, slung Taylor over his shoulder grunted under her weight. She screamed loudly, kicking and thrashing around wildly. A cold hand clamped over her mouth and her voice was muffled and soft. She struggled and tried screaming but choked. She let out a long sob and lay still.
Feet slapped the wet pavement relentlessly and now it was raining so hard, it was hard to see. Taylor rubbed her cold hands on her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes for a moment.
Unfortunately, it had to happen then. Two pairs of rough hands grabbed her by her waist and one of the men who it belonged to, slung Taylor over his shoulder grunted under her weight. She screamed loudly, kicking and thrashing around wildly. A cold hand clamped over her mouth and her voice was muffled and soft. She struggled and tried screaming but choked. She let out a long sob and lay still.
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