The abduction

“Who could it be?” She wondered. She hadn’t heard the open nor close, and when she glanced at the open window behind her through the mirror, she realized that whoever was here had a motive that was supposed to stay hidden from the public. 

“Who are you? Show yourself,” she commanded. 

Her voice was shaky and she began to sweat through her palms, every bit of the terrified feeling she had clearly written on her face. She reached for her wooden hairbrush on the table, not a very fine weapon but that was all she had to work with for now. She would not let whoever had come here have their way with her. 

She was still facing the mirror, probably scared that any subtle movement from her would bring the intruder to spring on her faster. Just then, she saw it through the mirror, two masked male forms crawling out from under her bed, each from either side. She couldn’t make out a face as both men were dressed in black an