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The door swings open, the bald man walks in wearing a black suit, behind him is another one with dark hair, his height average but you could definitely tell he works out, given a piece of paper I'm told to hold it forward. My hands shivering. The dark haired man slowly begins to pace the room, writing somethings down, looking at each and every girl with a stern look. Walking towards me, he stands in front of me, eyeing me from head to toe, "hmmm" he breaths before walking past me to the bald headed man, handing him the piece of paper, reading over it, he nods his head.

The men start putting black bags over some girl's heads before dragging them out. Growing nervous, I begin shivering, my palms sweating, unexpectedly the bag is placed over my head making me gasp, trying to struggle I'm carried out to God knows where as I cry out for help. "Please!" I beg, feeling myself being painfully thrown somewhere. The bag is removed off me, looking around in horror, there sat the girls in confusion, looking around it looks like we in a large container. Tears streaming down my face, the door is shut, and darkness surrounds us.........

~Next morning

Tatiana POV

My eyes fluttering open, not recognizing my surroundings, looking around I'm actually in a plane. Panic immediately rushes through me, looking around all the girls seem to be disorientated, "what is it cagna" (bitch) one of the men questions, my eyes widen, "uhm.....no...nothing" I stutter, seeing the bottle of water on the cup holder. Quickly grabbing it I take slow sips, counting to 10 trying to calm down. Looking around the plane, the men looked scary. The rest of the plane ride is filled with silence, the girls occasionally getting yelled at for crying.

Landing we guided to cars, the sudden light blinding me, too afraid to ask where am I. Getting in the car I sat by the window, praying I see a place I recognize. The place is beautiful, the environment calm, but still not recognizing a damn thing. Driving past the places, the car drives towards a secluded area surrounded by trees. Coming to a stop, staring ahead. My eyes widen at the house in front of me, more like a hotel. It's huge, the driver rolls down the window, speaking a language I definitely didn't recognize before driving through. Looking around, men carrying machine guns surround the area, the car coming to a stop the door is opened, "Get out!!" The man yells, "if you try anything these men won't hesitate to shoot!!!" The man's accent deep. Scurrying out, instead of going to the front door of the house we led away, hugging my body as the cold air hits my bare skin, holding in the whimpers, trying my best not to give those men the satisfaction. We met with a small version of the house, getting in the place seemed darker, totally different from what's on the outside. Grabbing us by our shoulders we forced to stand in a single file. My body shivering from fear and discomfort.