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God, I hope she's alright, you thought to yourself as you continued trekking the beach in search of your friend. I really hope she didn't get herself in any trouble or anything.

You were an ordinary girl. You had (h/s), (h/c) hair with (e/c) eyes and fair (s/c) skin. You had a loving family, amazing friends, semi good grades, and enjoyed life every way you could. Today your friends had invited you to go to the beach with them. You had instantly agreed and you and your friends set off to spend the day together.

Recently, one of your friends had gone missing. Your friend had gone to the bathroom at least an hour ago. When you and another one of your friends went to check on her, you had found the bathroom empty.

Right now, you were searching around the beach as well as your other friends. "Where could she be", you muttered to yourself as you walked closer to the area near the parking lot of the beach.

"DUDE, YOU ROCK", a voice exclaims , not too far from where you were located. You turned your head to see a man, who appeared to be drunk, with dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes behind square glasses. A cowlick was also hanging in front of the stranger's face in a droopy fashion. He was also hanging off of your friend.

"!!! Come and help me with this guy, he's a handful!", your friend called out. You sighed in irritation as you walked over to help your friend with the drunk man.

"... That's a pretty name for a pretty girl", the drunk man muttered as he continued hanging off your friend. You turned to your friend a little disturbed by what he said. She just shrugged and mouthed, "He's drunk."

You guessed that explained it, but it still freaked you out. He would probably forget all of this anyways. He looked totally wasted!

You slung the guy's arm over your shoulder as you and your friend dragged him over to the parking lot. When you got to the curb you both slowly dropped the man as your friend ran to find a phone, seeing as how both of you were only in your swimwear. Hopefully, your friend would call the cops and see where that goes.

You sigh again as you looked toward the parking lot. Not many cars were visible except for the one your friends drove in, a few small cars, and those family mini vans. What was the most peculiar though was the white van parked not too far from where you were.

Suddenly you feel a hand grab your wrist in a tight lock. A gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face the supposed 'drunk' man, a look of need and want in his blue eyes. You try to struggle away from the man's grip as he begins dragging you to the white van. With every struggle, his grip got tighter and tighter you wouldn't be shocked if a bruise was left over.

Realizing that escape was futile, you resorted to shouting out for your friend's help, for ANYONE'S help! A hand clamped around your mouth as you close your eyes and feel unshed tears beginning to form behind your eyelids. The hand still around your wrist forced your back against the man's chest as he whispered, "Dude... you're not getting away."

A tear slipped past your eye as the man forced the van's door open and forced you inside. You land on the floor of the van as the door slams. Footsteps are heard as the driver's door is opened and closed. The sound of the car starting up fills your ears as the car begins pulling out and you curl up in the fetal position.

More tears slip past your closed (e/c) eyes as the van comes to a stop. You curl yourself up tighter as the sound of a seatbelt becoming undone is heard. "I'm sorry, ." You open your eyes slightly as a rag comes in your sights.

Your eyes widen more as the rag comes closer to your face. Your hands instinctively go to the man's arm as you try to keep the rag away from you. The man's other arm comes up and holds both your arms down as the rag is placed on your mouth and nose. You try to hold your breath and kick the man away, but he soon straddles you and your breath is running short.

"No..." Complete blackness.

"... I'm sorry."

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God, I hope she's alright, you thought to yourself as you continued trekking the beach in search of your friend. I really hope she didn't get herself in any trouble or anything.

You were an ordinary girl. You had (h/s), (h/c) hair with (e/c) eyes and fair (s/c) skin. You had a loving family, amazing friends, semi good grades, and enjoyed life every way you could. Today your friends had invited you to go to the beach with them. You had instantly agreed and you and your friends set off to spend the day together.

Recently, one of your friends had gone missing. Your friend had gone to the bathroom at least an hour ago. When you and another one of your friends went to check on her, you had found the bathroom empty.

Right now, you were searching around the beach as well as your other friends. "Where could she be", you muttered to yourself as you walked closer to the area near the parking lot of the beach.

"DUDE, YOU ROCK", a voice exclaims , not too far from where you were located. You turned your head to see a man, who appeared to be drunk, with dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes behind square glasses. A cowlick was also hanging in front of the stranger's face in a droopy fashion. He was also hanging off of your friend.

"!!! Come and help me with this guy, he's a handful!", your friend called out. You sighed in irritation as you walked over to help your friend with the drunk man.

"... That's a pretty name for a pretty girl", the drunk man muttered as he continued hanging off your friend. You turned to your friend a little disturbed by what he said. She just shrugged and mouthed, "He's drunk."

You guessed that explained it, but it still freaked you out. He would probably forget all of this anyways. He looked totally wasted!

You slung the guy's arm over your shoulder as you and your friend dragged him over to the parking lot. When you got to the curb you both slowly dropped the man as your friend ran to find a phone, seeing as how both of you were only in your swimwear. Hopefully, your friend would call the cops and see where that goes.

You sigh again as you looked toward the parking lot. Not many cars were visible except for the one your friends drove in, a few small cars, and those family mini vans. What was the most peculiar though was the white van parked not too far from where you were.

Suddenly you feel a hand grab your wrist in a tight lock. A gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face the supposed 'drunk' man, a look of need and want in his blue eyes. You try to struggle away from the man's grip as he begins dragging you to the white van. With every struggle, his grip got tighter and tighter you wouldn't be shocked if a bruise was left over.

Realizing that escape was futile, you resorted to shouting out for your friend's help, for ANYONE'S help! A hand clamped around your mouth as you close your eyes and feel unshed tears beginning to form behind your eyelids. The hand still around your wrist forced your back against the man's chest as he whispered, "Dude... you're not getting away."

A tear slipped past your eye as the man forced the van's door open and forced you inside. You land on the floor of the van as the door slams. Footsteps are heard as the driver's door is opened and closed. The sound of the car starting up fills your ears as the car begins pulling out and you curl up in the fetal position.

More tears slip past your closed (e/c) eyes as the van comes to a stop. You curl yourself up tighter as the sound of a seatbelt becoming undone is heard. "I'm sorry, ." You open your eyes slightly as a rag comes in your sights.

Your eyes widen more as the rag comes closer to your face. Your hands instinctively go to the man's arm as you try to keep the rag away from you. The man's other arm comes up and holds both your arms down as the rag is placed on your mouth and nose. You try to hold your breath and kick the man away, but he soon straddles you and your breath is running short.

"No..." Complete blackness.

"... I'm sorry."