The night had begun as usual. Fridays at UIC in chicago meant hitting downtown. The scenic nightlife in all its glory. Emma was no stranger to Chicago night life. Having grown up in Logan Square, Chicago had been her playground. The crime had never scared her family away, tough lawyers both of her parents had instilled in her the adventurous spirit they once thrived with before marriage and children. Emma was the youngest of six and by far the most outgoing. So why would she think today would be any different? Stepping out of the subway in a black top that hung off her shoulder and white shorts, a pair of low cut converse on her feet she ran her fingers through her straight chestnut colored hair as she walked the city.
"Em finally!" Chris had called hugging her emphatically. She smiled warmly at her best friend and then his boyfriend Adam as well. After a quick conversation discussion about where they were going for the evening they settled on Primary on Division. They walked chatting as they went, their small group growing as more classmates and friends joined. The club was already packed and bouncing when they arrived. The music seemed to course right through Emma, a life force or extension of herself. Though sweat and steam from the fog machines stuck to her skin she continued to dance, a smile on her face. To all who met Emma she was the perfect girl. Straight A student, art major, competitive, quirky and all around outgoing. She was always the center of the party and there wasn't a soul who didn't love her. That night everything changed. None of her mattered. Not her smile, not her personality, not the fact she had a loving and doting family and a bright future. It was all ripped out from beneath her feet and all she could feel was herself falling.
The hum of a vehicle motor was all she could hear. It was dark, her hands were behind her back and a painful binding kept them there. It was tight and her fingers throbbed from lack of bloodflow. She moaned as tears filled her eyes and began falling. She licked her dry lips her mouth felt like the Sahara desert. A deep voice startled her then.
"It's a side effect of the meds. Tip your head back I'll give you some water."
Emma did as asked, she didn't know what was going on, her head was still swimming. Meds? her brain put two and two together. She had been drugged and now, kidnapped. She nearly choked on the water that was doused down her throat. She coughed but licked her lips again, the faint taste of blood making her shake.
"Where am I? Who are you? What is going on?" Emma asked in the only voice she could muster. The voice snapped for her to shut up.
"I deserve to know. It's not like I can get away. Please this is hurting my arms." She continued. Daughter of lawyers for sure, keep them talking, something she had learned from her parent's form of cross examination.
"You are going wherever I take you doll and they hurt because you brought that on yourself. If you hadn't been a bitch and scratched up my face you'd be sitting comfortably. Now shut up."
Emma's heart began to pound uncontrollably. She was in the back of a van. She could see a faint light coming from the back window. It must've been pretty tinted because the street lights were faint. In a fit of panic she stood up and clumsily slammed into the back door.
"Help! Help me!" she screamed. Then she was yanked back and something slammed into her head. Instant darkness. Instant desire and hope she'd never wake.