Jack's POV
I realize Grace forgot her jacket, so I run after her to give it back. When she's finally in sight, all I see is a strange man grab her and stuff her in the trunk of his car! What the hell?

"Grace!" I call, sprinting. The man turns, but only for a second, before speeding off before I can get his liscense plate number. Dammit!

I whip out my phone. "Hello? 9-1-1?"

"What is your emergency?"

"My friend just got grabbed by some strange man. Grace Brown. I'm at the intersection of Mansion and Homestead Roads."

"A squad will be there shortly. Please do not hang up the phone, sir."

Oh Gracie, please be okay!

Grace's POV
I wake up in an unfamiliar room. Trying to move, to get up, hurts. I'm really sore, and then I realize that I'm also chained to a wall. What the hell is going on? I just remember starting to walk home, and then it all goes black.

"Good, you finally woke up." The cold voice startles me.

"Rian. What's going on? Where am I? What happ-" I get cut off by the harshness of Rian slapping me openhanded across the face.

"Shut up, bitch. Did I say you could talk?"

What the hell?

He smirks. "Welcome. Get used to being here. I own you now." He just laughs and walks out of the room.

Where am I? What do I do?

Notes

I want it known that Rian Dawson is probably a great person. He just needs to be an evil SOB for the purposes of this story :)
Sorry for being so inconsistent and such. A lot of stuff's going on right now.
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