Taken

        She screamed in surprise as an unknown figure grabbed her in her room. The dark shadow tied her hands behind her back, and pulled her out of the doorway. She grunted in effort as she squirmed and kicked to escape the grasp of her unknown captor. Suddenly, the wooden floor vanished in the night, and she tumbled down the stairs, falling hard on the first floor. She squinted through the darkness and saw the shape of her boyfriend, Connor, sprinting down to her, a gun equipped in his hand.
        "Get out!" he screamed to her captor. The mysterious person dropped her, and pulled a gun from his back pocket, and before she could react, the figure pulled the trigger, and she watched in horror as Connor collapse on the top of the stairway.
        "Connor!" she screamed. The shadow dragged her out of the house. "Connor!" she repeated helplessly as her captor closed the door behind her, and suddenly her mind gave in to an unnatural darkness.
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        "Now, I want you to tell me where my daughter is."    
        She didn't answer.
        The man sighed, "Fine. Let's start simple. What's your name?"
        "Leah."
        "Leah what?"
        "Leah Farewell."
        The man nodded, "Now can you tell me where you hid my daughter?"
        Rage surged through Leah, "I didn't take your daughter okay?! The only crime in this bloody interrogation chamber is that number one, you kidnapped me, and number two, you killed my boyfriend. I don't even know who you are! So why don't you tell me, why are you doing this?"
        The man didn't answer.
        "The least you can do is tell me your name."
        "James Carigon."
        "See! I never heard your name before, so why are you doing this to me!?"
        "Yes you have!" James screamed, and punched Leah in the face, her nose bleeding. "If you don't admit it, I will kill you. Give me back by baby."
        "I... don't... even... know your daughter! Let alone know where she is!" James pulled the same gun that he used to kill Connor out of his back pocket again, and placed it against her side.
        "I'm gonna give you one more chance. Where... is she!?"
        "I don't know!" she yelled for the third time, and he pulled the trigger, the metal bullet shooting into her chest from under her arm. Her vision smeared into a shadowy black, her side gushing. Suddenly, the door flew open, and four police men flooded into the room, Connor sprinting to her. "I... t-thought you died."
        He rested his hand on her cheek, "I did. And so did you."