Misty Cravens was a woman on a mission. Her black heels clipped the pavement as she walked to her car, not even noticing the van just behind it. She also didn’t notice when the van doors opened at first, not until Asian looking men began pouring out of it and directly towards her.

[b]”What… what are you doing?!”[/b] she shrieked as she was grabbed, bewildered and angry. Fear didn’t have much place in her face at all as she tried to fight off the much stronger men who put a gun to her head. [b]”You’ll pay for this!”[/b] she growled, getting into the van and letting the hate ooze off her towards the others she was surrounded by. Her eyes, surrounded by heavy handed mascara and liner, pierced into the gaze of her captors, nose and mouth in the form of one who was smelling something awful. But no more words left her lips for the time being. Even when one of the idiots began yelling in her face, asking where her money was, she scoffed. After a moment she rolled her eyes and looked at the man angrily.

[b]”In a safe. With a combination. If it’s just money you wanted you didn’t have to kidnap me you idiots. Just could have broken into my house or something, and I could have written you a check. Or even opened the safe and given you what you wanted. But noooooo just kidnap me. That’s fine. Now I’m going to be desperately behind schedule. When you’re caught, I’ll make sure the book is thrown at you!”[/b] she snapped, face red. She huffed and looked away from the man then, looking down at her hands like a child who was angry for being punished and not paying any mind to how the men were looking at her.

Soon enough though, she was being tied up. [b]”Oh come on. Is that necessary?”[/b] she asked in an annoyed sort of voice, sighing and just taking it as there wasn’t much she could do now. One offered her a beer and gave her a blanket, but she kicked it off as best she could. [b]”I don’t need your filthy beer. Or blanket,”[/b] she snapped, lifting a certain finger when offered a cig.