Kidnapped

This is a bit long but it has to be long to explain things. The next part should be better :)

This whole mess started when mom was driving me and my twelve year old sister, Kira home after a visit with our father. We came up to a very steep road. The road was almost vertical it was so steep it did not look safe at all. How could anyone drive here? I was positive that I was going to die on that road so I told my mom to pull over so I could climb up the road. She started driving again once I got to the top of the road. The car made it about a quarter of the way up the road then slid down really fast and crashed into the wall of a store. I climbed back down again. They both survived.

Kira and I went to a large nearby outdoor pool to wait for mom who was being interviewed by her boyfriend the reporter. There were several winding pathways overtop of the water. It was beautiful weather for a swim but that was inappropriate for our situation so we just walked along the paths. But I was wearing my bikini top with my knee length jean shorts so I would not stand out. I was walking in front with Kira trailing along behind me. I had fixed my hair and makeup in a nearby public bathroom before going to the paths because I wanted to look my best and you never knew when you would run into someone you knew. Well I guessed I looked better than I thought because when Kira and I were walking by a group of about ten to fifteen guys, they started to hoot, holler, and elbow each other, they laughed and leered as I walked by.

I turned to go back to the empty paths. About seven guys were lounging against the rails of the path I was on while about six more guys were very close by in the water, close enough to grab my ankle if they wanted to. "Come on Kira, let’s go. These guys are creeping me out." I whispered into my little sisters’ ear as I turned. She nodded. "Okay." I hurried to leave but the path was suddenly lined with them. They were all between 17 and 20 years old. "Where are you going sweetie?" One of them called out mockingly. I walked faster. "Check out the butt on the brunette one." I heard one of them mutter to a friend who smiled and replied "We’re gonna take her. She’s old enough."

My heart rate skyrocketed and I was all but running now. "Hey, come back honey! We won’t hurt you!" "Yeah! Awe, come on. We just want to play." The calls were more frequent. Then suddenly my path was blocked by three guys. I spun on my heels and tried the other direction. That way was blocked too. I turned to see if I could jump into the water. There were guys blocking my way there too! We were completely surrounded. I was almost shaking at this point. The guys on the path slowly walked closer.

Kira tackled one when he grabbed my arm. He was caught by surprise but Kira was too small to do more than that. The guy she tackled easily threw her far away in the water after stumbling back a step. "Kira!" I screamed her name out as she sailed through the air. I heard her land somewhere far off with a splash. There it was! I saw a small opening in their tight circle. I leapt off the path and into the water.

I swam as far and fast as I could but they were faster. They quickly caught up with me. I grabbed onto a pole that held up a path and held on for my life...or at least for my virginity which should count for something important. One of them came up behind me and grabbed my bare waist. He pulled, trying to get me away from my pole. I wrapped my arms and legs around the pole and clung on as tight as I could. I caught a brief look at the guy that was trying to wrench me off the pole. He looked to be about 17 years old with medium length reddish brown hair that almost got in his emerald green eyes. He had a water proof iPod with him that was playing frozen by a band called Celldweller. The volume was up loud so I could hear the whole song.

"Do you need any help over there man?" Asked a blonde guy who looked to be about 20years old. "No! She’s stronger than she looks!" I was not usually this strong. This guy looked like he lifted weights. He was not very muscled but there was still abs and plenty of muscle everywhere else. The adrenaline rush must have been what made me so strong. Sadly the adrenaline rush that was saving me was also wearing off and with that my strength. My arms and legs were starting to hurt where they touched the pole. "Help!" I screamed before I lost the rest of my strength.

The guy who was pulling at my waist toppled back into the water bringing me with him. He had not expected the sudden release of tension. We were both under the water for about fifteen seconds before we surfaced far from the pole. "About time! Another minute and I would have gone over there." The blonde man smiled at his friend. Now let’s get out of here before you embarrass yourself again Marc."

Marc did not let go of my waist. He pulled me out of the water and then carried me to one of two parked vans. Both vans had darkly tinted windows. There was no way you could see into those windows. I looked around for someone who would notice but the parking lot was empty. Marc who saw me searching chuckled and said. "Don’t bother calling for help. Everyone is up the hill. There was another accident. Too bad." He grinned at me. I said nothing but I was definitely shaking.

He was carrying me with one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back so he could see my face. He would know most of my thoughts and feelings just by looking at my face. I was never good in emergency situations. Oh well. I thought. At least no one else was caught.

Eight guys went into one van and another eight went into the other van. I counted wrong then. There were sixteen guys kidnapping me! My heart rate sped up again. Marc laughed. "Don’t worry. Nick was not lying when he said that we were not going to hurt you. They just need you for a while." His smile was full of implications. My heart thundered against my chest and I was almost hyperventilating. When we reached the other van Marc looked down at me and said "There is not enough room in there so you will have to share a seatbelt with someone.

Marc passed me to the blonde guy so he could get inside. The blond guy moved me until I was sitting on his lap. I felt a hard lump press against my butt. Marc got in and put on his seatbelt. It was weird for me to think that kidnappers actually used seatbelts but I guess some of them did. The blonde guy did not pass me back to Marc, he put on his seatbelt. In order to do that he stretched it over me as well then clicked it in. I shivered when I realized that I would have to ride the whole way to wherever they were taking me with that lump(I would not let myself think about what it really was) pressing against me.

The blonde guy was sitting in the middle seat in the back row of seats in the van. Marc was sitting on one side of the blonde guy and a redheaded guy sat on the other side. About an hour into the drive the blonde guy was apparently getting tired of having the extra weight on his lap because he said "Hey nick, your turn!" Then he took of the seatbelt.

He passed me to the front row of passenger seats into the waiting arms of a guy with short brown spiked hair and gray eyes. This one must have been about 18 years old. Everyone here was at least one year older than me. I was 16 and terrified. Nick had a window seat. I was buckled into his lap just like I was with the blonde guy. And just like I had with the blonde guy, I felt a lump against my butt.

It was a six hour drive. I was passed to share a seatbelt with someone else every hour. I did not make it to the front seat; I just got passed around the back seats. There were two rows of back seats in the van and both were full so I did not need to be passed up front. Surprisingly I fell asleep about four hours into the drive. I woke up when I felt two strong arms under me and air whooshing around me. The long drive was over. Marc was carrying me towards a large house.

"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes!" He teased as I opened my eyes. Well crap! This was not a dream! I was disappointed when I woke only to find what I thought was a weird dream was actually real. I sighed. "What is it?" Marc asked when he heard the sigh. "It’s real." I whispered. "What is?" Marc had a confused look on his face. I would have laughed if he was not kidnapping me. "Everything, it was not a dream." I whispered again, I was afraid to say anything louder than a whisper. Marc laughed.

The house was huge. There must have been enough room for each of them to have their own bedroom, office and bathroom I thought as I was carried into the house. "Can I walk now?" I asked. "I’m too weak to out run any of you and I would just get myself lost." Marc shook his head. "I know you could not escape. I just want to carry you." I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me. "Everyone wants to carry you. So if you would rather someone else carry you, let me know." I blushed. "Well?" He asked. "How about Shaun?" He asked and jerked his head in the direction of the blonde guy. I shuddered remembering the lump and said "No. You can carry me." He knew he would get that reply. "Good."

He walked into a large living room and sat on the middle cushion on one of the three couches. I had to sit on his lap because two other guys sat beside him and all of the other furniture filled up with all 16 of my kidnappers. The three couches filled fast and the seven chairs filled just as fast. Each guy seemed to have his own spot to sit in the large living room.

"Hey, Marc!" Called out the redhead that had sat beside the blonde-Shaun-on the drive here. "Aren’t you going to share?" "Yeah, man. C’mon, give someone else a chance to be with her." Marc just grinned and said "Nah, we’re both fine sitting like this aren’t we?" I blushed and looked at the floor. Everyone laughed. I blushed a deeper red.

"Does this mean that you suddenly agree with what we do? Getting tired of being the responsible one?" A guy with orange, frizzy hair asked. I hid behind my hair. "No, I just want her to be comftorble. This place is not exactly heaven for the girls you guys nab. I want it to be as tolerable as possible." He tightened his grip on me slightly as the frizzy haired guy looked as if he might get up. "I know you’re all into making things as good as possible but you are never so protective. You know you have to give her to one of us eventually right?" Asked a man who was about 20 and had long brown hair. He seemed to be the leader. Marc sighed. "Yeah, but it is not time yet and she does not deserve to be here in the first place." I looked up at him when he said that. So did everyone else. "How would you know what she deserves?" Demanded the leader.

"I...I was her next door neighbour for five years. I saw her every day from when she was the age of nine until she was fourteen. Then of course I had to move in with you guys because Jake joined your group." Another brown haired guy with green eyes glared at Marc. The other guy’s hair was spiked and he looked 19ish. "You could have found somewhere else to live Marc. You don’t have to follow me everywhere I go." He said coldly. "Not this again! Guys you have gone through this a hundred times! Shut up or get back on topic!" The orange frizzy haired guy snapped. They were both silent.

"So you will keep her with you until the time comes? Will you do this every day Marc? Will you be strong enough to hand her over?" The leader asked. Marc sighed then said "I know the rules, John. I don’t like them but I will follow them." "Good. You may do whatever with her until the time comes. I promised Shaun that he would get the first night last time so drop her off at his room and don’t be late!" The leader-John- gave out his orders then left. I looked around and realized that all of the guys were strong. They were also all staring at me so I looked at the floor again. Most of them were strong like Marc but three of them looked like they lived in the gym with tons of muscle. Marc stood up and carried me to his room.

He set me down in a chair. "Here," He said as he tossed me a white t-shirt. "I’m sure you want something to wear besides that." He gestured at my bikini top. "Thanks." I replied as I slid the too big shirt over my head. "I’m so sorry that you of all people had to get caught up in this!" He threw up his hands and started pacing. "What is this anyway?" "I cannot tell you that. I wish I could but John would kill me if I did." I hugged the shirt closer to me for comfort. Marc told me stories of some things we did together when we were little. I remembered him when he was halfway through the third story. "OH! I heard you moved away but I never imagined that it would be this bad!" "I had to go with my brother or be homeless." There was one loud beeping sound that went through the house. Marc looked down at me sadly. "I’m so sorry. It’s time."

I promise the next part will be appropriate!!