Disclaimer: Just like I said before, tw kidnapping and blood. Maybe even a little teaser of forced proximity.
It was late at night, something in your chest wouldn't settle no matter how many teas you had.
You couldn't shake the feeling.
Pulling into your driveway, you parked your Jeep. Locked the doors, closed the door, and finally walked up to your front door; slid off your trenchcoat and putting it on the hanger.
After a moment you finally felt like you were about to relax.
You couldn't have been more wrong.
You hadn't even heard the car pull in; a loud crack of your door showed you what you had been so uptight about. Without question you grabbed your phone and ran off deeper into your phone.
Three men. All slinking over 6'0. Dressed in all black from head to toe.
The tallest one caught on to your figure quickly.
"Get her." He spoke in the deepest, almost Russian accent. It made your heart beat, adrenaline just starting to kick in. You quickly sent off an SOS from your phone. You fumbled with your phone as you heard two pairs of feet pattering behind you. You dialed your mom before an arm slicked around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest.
"Not so fast." He spoke, grabbing your phone and handing it to the other man behind him, who hung up the phone.
He lifted you with one arm, so you flailed. You kicked, bit, hit, anything you could desperately.
Your elbow caught him in his covered nose, causing him to hit you back due to a reflex, blood gushed from your face quickly. Your left hand tried to instantly cradle your face. You got slippery. You threw vases your blood was left all over your walls, they hit and dragged you around.
"Why won't you sit nice and pretty for us," one said, pulling you back towards him by your hair with the other tying a rope around your mouth so you couldn't speak.
The bigger man started to walk towards you once they got you down and under their control. "We didn't know the Task Force had someone so pretty.. A shame you're wasting your time on them." He took out a syringe and you writhed, squirming before everything went black.
One hoisted you up over his shoulder, "She's a fighter." He growled, "got me in my mouth." He huffed.
"Should've been watching instead of trying to flirt." The second laughed. He moved to grab your trenchcoat, "She'll probably need this."
The tallest went over to the kitchen, "Leave 'em a lil note, know they're going to come looking for their girl." He took out a Knife that had his boss's name craved deep into it, he forced it deeper into the wall before looking over your figure.
They hoisted you out the house and into the car before speeding off.
