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Lunita Nesta
Guest
Original poster
Megan Ruthford's face was published on the first page of newspapers, reported on news casts, on billboards, and even flyers that were handed out all over the city. She had been missing for two weeks without any trace of where she might be. Her father feared the worst but kept financing the media coverage in hopes that someone would come forward. There was an award offered but all of the leads led to dead ends. The third week of Megan's disappearance brought even more anxiety as there was still no word until that Friday evening when the phone rang. Her father picked up the receiver expecting another false lead but instead, he heard a recorded message. "I have your daughter, Megan. If you want to see her alive then do as exactly as I say. The media coverage will stop as of right now. You will not have any law enforcement involved. If they are involved, which I expect they are, you will tell them that services are no longer required. I will call again when these demands have been met with further instructions." There was a click, then a dial tone. Her father dropped the phone to the floor. His daughter was kidnapped.
Megan wiped sweat covered hair from her face as she sat in her cage. She had shackles on her wrists and ankles to keep her from escaping. Red marks could be seen when she moved her hands or feet. She had figured out the key system to the prison she was in. She almost made it out if it were not for the thugs that caught her before she got to the exit. So, they put her in the metal box to keep her from repeating the same tricks. Every once in a while she would bang against the cage, trying to get it open. She would keep trying until a small volt of electric energy would hit her body. She would scream to be let go but no one would answer. She cried, begged, and even threatened but would not get any response from anyone. She often wanted to blame her father because he was rich. Then, she would feel guilty about even thinking that way because she knew he would not stop looking for her.
The kidnapper looked at the man sitting in front of him at the opposite side of his desk. "You were highly recommended to me. I do not usually hire people that I do not know but I trust my source. Your job will be to watch after the girl. He pointed to the female in the cage on the camera screen. "She is quite tricky. She has talent working with computers. She has made several attempts to escape, which is why I locked her up. Unfortunately, with my business the way it is, I can not be sitting here watching her twenty four hours a day. That is where you come in. I want her to create a program for me. One where it will allow me to enter a bank, clean it out and leave no evidence that I was involved. She knows what I want but refuses to cooperate. Do whatever you need to persuade her to do this for me. I assure you, the money is well worth it." He folded his hands in front of him, "So, will you take the job?"
Megan wiped sweat covered hair from her face as she sat in her cage. She had shackles on her wrists and ankles to keep her from escaping. Red marks could be seen when she moved her hands or feet. She had figured out the key system to the prison she was in. She almost made it out if it were not for the thugs that caught her before she got to the exit. So, they put her in the metal box to keep her from repeating the same tricks. Every once in a while she would bang against the cage, trying to get it open. She would keep trying until a small volt of electric energy would hit her body. She would scream to be let go but no one would answer. She cried, begged, and even threatened but would not get any response from anyone. She often wanted to blame her father because he was rich. Then, she would feel guilty about even thinking that way because she knew he would not stop looking for her.
The kidnapper looked at the man sitting in front of him at the opposite side of his desk. "You were highly recommended to me. I do not usually hire people that I do not know but I trust my source. Your job will be to watch after the girl. He pointed to the female in the cage on the camera screen. "She is quite tricky. She has talent working with computers. She has made several attempts to escape, which is why I locked her up. Unfortunately, with my business the way it is, I can not be sitting here watching her twenty four hours a day. That is where you come in. I want her to create a program for me. One where it will allow me to enter a bank, clean it out and leave no evidence that I was involved. She knows what I want but refuses to cooperate. Do whatever you need to persuade her to do this for me. I assure you, the money is well worth it." He folded his hands in front of him, "So, will you take the job?"