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I headed straight for the lab on my bike. I had to go see Stratt for something to do with the Petrova line, astrophage to be exact! I found out how they breed , oh I'm so glad she let me go home and get a decent amount of sleep. That would have been no good if I was sleep deprived!
I couldn't stop thinking about all the exciting theories and facts I had to share about these strangely fascinating cells! They had proven the only original idea I ever had wrong, but oh lord I had discovered things about them myself!
Suddenly, something slammed into the side of my bike.
“Ffuck..?? “ Id groan. What the hell is going on.
I hit the floor with a thump and blacked out for a minute or so.
Thank God for my helmet, that had somehow come off my head though. My head had been smacked into the ground. It throbbed. The pain was agonizing. I instinctively went to push myself off of the floor but I froze.
There were a good three people with balaclavas or something gathered around me. One of them had a shotgun.
A gun. I began to Tremble.
This was the worst situation of my life! I'm supposed to be in the lab right now not struggling on the concrete floor. Oh my nose was also bleeding, great. Just what I needed right now. I could hear them shouting things at each other.
“What are we going to do with him then? “ one of them said.
Nothing, please.
“What do you want with me..?? “ I'd mumble. This is horrifying.
“Why would we tell you?!“ One of the men yelled, it was loud enough as it was.
“Fine.” I mumbled.
All of a sudden they grabbed onto my shoulders and pulled me upwards onto my feet, it fucking hurt. I froze in place.
“Please let me go. Please. “ Id mumble, tears begging to run down my face. “I have kids to get back too. I'm a teacher. You wouldn't hurt a teacher! “
“Why would a school teacher be working under Eva Stratt? " How did they know?
“How do you-? “ I stammered.
“Why do you?? “
“We've been watching you. " Oh. My. God.
“ why? “
“Because.” I knew they weren't going to tell me. I knew the answer anyways.
They forced my hands behind my back, they didn't seem to be too worried about me attacking them as they didn't tie them up. I really wanted to at least try escaping! But they have a gun for gods sake.
I'd be shot dead. And I couldn't have that happening.
I felt the cold cylinder of the gun one of the men held against the side of my head, they were not kidding. My breath hitched and I felt my chest tighten. Oh my God. Oh God.
I might die. I can't die.
“Please.. Don't.. “ I held back a sob. I really didn't want to die yet.
“ shut up. “ the man with the gun barked.
“O..okay” I managed before going fully silent.
They didn't say anything more, but instead began to push me towards a black car with heavily tinted windows, my stomach tied up in a knot.
They were going to take me. They can't take me. Please no. I've found out one of the most important pieces of information yet!
The car boot was wide open, they were going to shove me in there! I struggled under the mens grip knowing is was pure useless. They could shoot me if they wanted. The gun was still right up against my head.
They could kill me easily.
I wanted to break free and run, I wish somebody was here to save me.
They shoved me into the car, I landed with a wince. I recoiled into the corner trying to make myself as small as possible, I was on the brink of a panic attack. I tried to control my breathing knowing it was no use. One.. Two.. Oh fuck it.
One of the men slammed the car boot shut and I flinched , I was trapped. I pulled my knees up to my chest and trembled.
My heart raced with panic , I let out a choked sob. It really hurt to breathe as I felt my chest getting tighter, they really were taking me. I don't know where and I don't know if I will ever be found.
I felt the car jostle as it began to drive off. I couldn't get anything out of my head.
I hated their aggressive touch, it made me feel sick to my stomach, memories of my step-dad raced through my mind.
“Get off me.. Please. “ Id beg, it hurts.
“No. Why should I? “ I hated the way his touch just felt. I felt so sick right now. Why was he doing this to me? I've never been more scared in my life.
“It hurts! “ I'd wince.
“It's supposed to. “ I wanted to disappear. He always bites so hard.
This was going to leave a terrible amount of bruises up the side of my neck. First he beats me up and now he's being sexual!? When does the agony end I want to die.
I couldn't stop the tears that ran down my face. He made me feel small and trapped every time he ‘needed’ to use me. As he used to say disgusting things about my body all the time. I was only 15.
The car drove over many potholes. I hit my head on the side of the boot every time. It hurt.
I wonder what Stratt was thinking right now. She's probably sent me 100s of texts asking ‘where are you! ‘
Oh wait!
They never took my phone, I still have it! I stuck my hand in my coat pocket for the phone. I tapped on the screen twice , I was greeted with a wall off notifications down the screen. All from Stratt.
Just as I'd have expected. I input my password. The phone automatically took me to the messages app. My fingers shook as I typed out a reply to her texts. I struggled to type.
“Grace, where are you?
We had a meeting.
a big one, remember?“
“Ivebeenkidnapped.”
“What do you mean? “
“WhAt douyouthink it
Means!!!! “
“Oh”
“Please hlp. “
“we will I promise.“
“Hury.”
“Pleasse!!.”
I turned off the phone before slipping it back into my coat pocket. Maybe if they don't take it Stratt will be able to track me down.
Who am I kidding of course they will take it.
I ran my hands through my hair in a desperate attempt to comfort myself. It wasn't working, it used to work. I have up with that attempt ot self soothing and just let myself drown in the panick
These people definitely wanted something off of the task force and they were going to use me as a threat to get it. I was an important part of the project.
They were probably going to harm me. I shoved my face into my folded up arms and just sobbed.
– (mini Stratt POV Hi)
They'd taken Grace, I put my phone down on my desk and let myself think for a second. Id sigh.
How the fuck where we supposed to save this man. Obviously I can get whatever services I want to find him. But the location part was going to be tricky. They could theoretically track down his phone. But if he was still in a car , finding that car would be difficult.
“Carl.”
“Yes, Director Stratt. “
“We are going to have to wait until it is safe to locate and rescue Grace. “
“What? “ Carl looked slightly shocked. “What do you mean wait? We cannot afford to wait. “
“Trying to rescue him now would be dangerous. Even if we did find him his perpetrators could possibly harm him, or worse. Kill him. We need him alive. “
“Your right. “ it was a surprise he didn't try to argue with me.
I needed to start the investigation as soon as possible. Finding Grace could take ages. Ill find a way.
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I could feel the car coming to a stop, I didn't dare move. I felt as if I were glued to the floor. My body heaved as I practically struggled for air.
The panic attack had worn me out.
I heard the men in the front of the car open their doors. Oh God no. I was going to have to face them again. I really really didn't want to. I curled up into the fetal position for probably the last ever bit of comfort I was going to feel.
The car boot clicked open. Oh God oh God no. One of the men pulled it open. I began to tremble again trying to curl up even tighter than before, it failed miserably. I was fucked.
“Grab him. “
“No. Please don't." I begged.
“Please.”
I felt one of their hands grip onto my shoulders. Shit.
They pulled me out of the car , I hit the ground with a thump.
“Oooww.. “ id groan.
One of the men walked up to me with a cricket bat in his hand. He held it over his head before smacking it into mine. My head throbbed.
“Ffuuuck!!! “ I'd yelp.
I felt my consciousness slip from me. I was going to be out of control.
Fuck.
–
I blinked my eyes open a couple of times as I regained consciousness, I was no longer on the floor, nor outside, I was in a dark room. I was seated in a wooden chair, my arms were behind my back, a thick rope bound me to the chair. It was sore around my wrists.
How the hell was I supposed to get out of here? I had to at least try. I thankfully still had my glasses, so I could see. The room looked to have nothing in it, there was a door with a heavy lock on.
And my phone, it was half way across the room smashed. Oh shit, I really hope somebody was able to track it before they broke it. My chest tightened at the thought that nobody would be able to save me.
Was it over?