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>>66042870
>It all happened so fast
>Me and my sister, Amber were walking home from school
>We didn't pay any mind to the white van with tinted windows parked farther up the street until it was too late
>When we made it to the van, the side door slammed open
>Out stepped a woman with a sack over her head, there were horns affixed to the sides of it
>A hellish red eye peering through the single hole on the right side of the sack
>We were frozen in place
>The glint of steel in her hand was unmistakable
>It was a revolver, a m1895
>"Put them on" her voice was low and gravelly
>A black sack was thrown at each of our feet
>Amber was the first to move, slowly reaching for the bag at her feet
>I couldn't just let this happen to her
>I had to do something, anything
>I spoke up, my voice trembling
>"L- l ook.. I'll come quietly... please, just leave my-"
>I was cut off by the sound of the hammer being drawn back
>I caved, grabbing the sack and placing it over my head
>The woman grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the van
>Before I knew it, my hands were zip tied behind my back
>My sister joined me in the van shortly after
>...
>I don't know how long it's been
>Thirty minutes? An hour?
>The driver hasn't said a word
>The only things I've heard the entire ride were the droning of the van and low quiet sobs from my sister
>"you'll be okay amber, i won't let anything happen to you..." I try to reassure her, speaking as quietly as possible
>She continues to sniffle and sob
>Amber knew everything is out of our control
>And so did I
>I prayed this was some sort of sick joke
>Cynthia always did have a twisted sense of humor
>Soon she'll tear the bag off my head and blow a party-popper in my face and yell 'Gotcha!'
>Yeah, that's it
>It's all just a sick joke
>...
>It all happened so fast
>Me and my sister, Amber were walking home from school
>We didn't pay any mind to the white van with tinted windows parked farther up the street until it was too late
>When we made it to the van, the side door slammed open
>Out stepped a woman with a sack over her head, there were horns affixed to the sides of it
>A hellish red eye peering through the single hole on the right side of the sack
>We were frozen in place
>The glint of steel in her hand was unmistakable
>It was a revolver, a m1895
>"Put them on" her voice was low and gravelly
>A black sack was thrown at each of our feet
>Amber was the first to move, slowly reaching for the bag at her feet
>I couldn't just let this happen to her
>I had to do something, anything
>I spoke up, my voice trembling
>"L- l ook.. I'll come quietly... please, just leave my-"
>I was cut off by the sound of the hammer being drawn back
>I caved, grabbing the sack and placing it over my head
>The woman grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the van
>Before I knew it, my hands were zip tied behind my back
>My sister joined me in the van shortly after
>...
>I don't know how long it's been
>Thirty minutes? An hour?
>The driver hasn't said a word
>The only things I've heard the entire ride were the droning of the van and low quiet sobs from my sister
>"you'll be okay amber, i won't let anything happen to you..." I try to reassure her, speaking as quietly as possible
>She continues to sniffle and sob
>Amber knew everything is out of our control
>And so did I
>I prayed this was some sort of sick joke
>Cynthia always did have a twisted sense of humor
>Soon she'll tear the bag off my head and blow a party-popper in my face and yell 'Gotcha!'
>Yeah, that's it
>It's all just a sick joke
>...