Taken

He was outside the hospital where his daughter had just been born waiting for a taxi to take him home to his son. He smiled thinking about his children. He was meant to pick up his eight year old son so he could meet his brand new sister. He knew his son was going to love her. He'd always wanted to be an older brother now he was.

He felt someone was following him but he shook it off. His job could make anyone paranoid. He usually never let that feeling take over. It was weakness. Weakness was something he never showed. He was the leader of a team who chased down the most hardened serial killers and criminals.

He looked around him but couldn't see anything so carried on waiting for his taxi. Suddenly he felt something connect to the back of his head. He felt his surroundings start spinning around him and collapsed.

He was thrown into the taxi and was driven off to the warehouse that had been set up for this moment.

When he arrived with him slung over his shoulder she clapped and rubbed her hands together. Oh how she'd been waiting to have him in her clutches. She'd been waiting ever since she first saw him. She wouldn't let anyone take him from her now he was hers. They were made for each other.

"String him up," she shouted.

He nodded and chained their captive by his wrists and ankles then strung him up. They soon left him on his own. Now he was chained there was no way he could leave her. She'd only let him out of his chains when he saw they were one. She hoped he'd see it soon.