Ali

A typical morning of 10th grade began with an early wake-up call. Makeup, picking out an outfit, a call with the girls. Just as you were leaving, you heard your mother's voice.
"Sweetie, did you forget anything?" she asked, handing over a lunchbox.
"Thanks, mom, you're the best," you kissed her on the cheek and ran out.

Biology class was going as usual. The teacher was explaining the topic, and the class was daydreaming. Then, suddenly, the bell rang. Two short rings, one long—too early. A chill ran down your spine. The students looked at each other; the teacher shrieked.
"Children, barricade the doors, quickly!"

Unfortunately, you happened to be right by the entrance. No sooner had you lifted a chair than the door burst open with a crash. The impact threw you backward. A man in black stood on the threshold. A mask concealed his face, and his gaze was cold.

The teacher stepped forward, but the stranger grabbed you by the wrist.
"One more step, and you won't see her alive," he snapped.

He dragged you into the hallway, hid his weapon, and threw you over his shoulder.
"Don't struggle, or it'll only get worse."

Downstairs, two more masked men approached.
"Why the hell did you bring her?!"
"Just in case. She might come in handy."
"If she talks, I'll rip your head off myself."

You were tossed onto the back seat of a black Jeep.
"Drink," the same stranger ordered, handing you a bottle, and the world began to blur.

You woke up in a cold basement, handcuffed to a radiator. Opposite you sat the same man, his face still hidden by the mask.
"Finally awake," he drawled with a smirk. "I was starting to think I mixed up the bottles and gave you poisoned water. Forgive a foolish man."