Fearless

Chapter 5

I sighed and put my phone back in my purse before zipping it back up.

But just as I was about to re-enter the club, I felt a large hand cup my mouth from behind.

It was obviously the hand of a man and it was cold and smelt of cigarette smoke. My eyes grew large as I tried to scream, but it was muted by his grip.

I felt my entire body go into shock as this mysterious figure pressed up against me and wrapped his other arm around my entire body. I felt him hold my hands behind my back as he took my purse.

I thought he was just robbing me and I tried to stay as still as I could, praying he would magically disappear.

He then attempted to drag me away with him but I forced myself into the right mindset and bit his disgusting hand with my teeth whilst kicking him back between the legs as hard as I could.

I'd done the odd bit of training for fun with Carter and Dad in the past, but nothing good enough to win a fight against a grown man.

When I kicked him, he curled over in pain with a groan as I attempted to escape his grip but he soon pulled me back.

Suddenly, a bag was shoved over my head and I had no idea what was happening.

I felt my body be lifted off the ground and I attempted to fight my way out of this man's harsh grip. Unfortunately, I had no luck. I felt him running and he refused to stop, no matter how much I kicked and screamed.

All of the training I'd done with my Dad in the gym had now gone out of the window and I felt useless.

He was too strong for me and I was utterly terrified. My mind was running wild and my heart rate had practically tripled.

A million questions raced through my mind as I tried to escape this man's grasp. I thought I was going to die. I was never going to see any of my family or friends again and I was going to be killed by this stranger who I hadn't even seen the face of.

Everyone says that when you're in danger that your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that didn't happen to me. Maybe because I haven't even lived yet...

All I could think about was my family. They'd all blame themselves if anything happened to me...especially Carter.

I couldn't let that happen. I felt terrible. I knew I should never have deceived my parents. It was always going to end badly...I just didn't expect this.

All of a sudden I was thrown with force, landing on my side and the bag was torn off my head.

I was faced with three men wearing balaclavas and dark clothing and I was on the floor in the back of a van. I could see behind them that we were at the end of a dark alleyway and there was no hope that anyone would be able to see this. No one would be able to save me.

I screamed for help as loudly as I could until one of them slapped me hard across the face, causing tears to well up in my eyes. He then ripped a piece of duct tape and placed it roughly over my mouth to mute my cries.

My arms were tied behind my back by the man who'd taken me and he spoke fluent Italian to the other two, who just nodded in response.

He then slammed the van doors harshly and the other two men remained in front of me.

I couldn't stop myself from sobbing as there was nothing I could do.

I heard the driver's door slam as the two large men kept their stares fixed on me. I heard the key turn in the ignition and knew that this would only get worse if we left the area.