20-year old Abigail Wilson ran briskly through the park, her long blonde hair, bound in a loose pony-tail bobbing with each step. The early morning air still held a bit of the night’s chill to it, instead of the scorching heat later in the day, Abigail could feel it through the thin tank top and running shorts she had on.

She smiled. The last days of classes were almost over. All she had to worry about was her final exams, and then she’d be free for the whole summer. She grinned. Two days ago, she’d spoken with father, he’d said she and her friends could take the yacht and spend two weeks cruising in the Caribbean. Her minds were filled with plans as she rounded the end of the path and started back through the lush park.

“PFFFT!”

Abigail winced as there was a sudden pin-prick in her side. She came to a halt and reached down. Her eyes widened in shock as her hand found a tiny dart sticking into her. “Damn…” she said, and she staggered forward. Her legs didn’t want to move. They felt as if they were made of solid lead. Already, the drugged dart was starting to take effect.

Abigail made it two more steps before all the strength went out of her. She started to fall forward. Before she hit the ground, a looming, black clad figure rushed out of the bushes and grabbed the young woman. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another figure, also clad from head to foot in all-concealing black, rise from his hiding place, holstering the small dart gun. He ran over and grabbed Abigail’s legs.

Her attackers lifted the limp women into the air and hurriedly carried her off the path. The helpless woman was too weak to struggle or even cry out for help as she was swiftly kidnapped. Not far from the side of her attack, an unmarked van was waiting. The side door was opened and Abigail was whisked inside. No one had seen the young woman’s abduction.

She groaned, quietly, as she was rolled onto her belly. She felt her arms being pulled behind her back. Her hands were placed palm to palm and a plastic zip-tie was pulled tight around her wrists. Her legs were similarly secured at the ankle and knee.

Abigail was rolled onto her back now. She squirmed, trying to escape and gloved hands that roamed over her young, athletic body. The drugs they’d used on her were already started to wear off. But by now, it was too late to help the young woman any. She shook her head, weakly, as she saw one of her captors pull out a roll of duct tape, but there was nothing she could do to stop him from smoothing several strips over her mouth, gagging her.

The last thing her captors did was pull a canvass hood over her head, plunging the helpless captive into darkness. She squirmed, moaning into her gag, as her kidnappers crawled to the front of the van. A  moment later, she felt the vehicle hum into life beneath her.

Abigail groaned quietly to herself as the van began to move. She wondered how much money her father would have to pay to get her back this time…