I Was Abducted, and My Dad Thought I Was Just Drama

I Was Abducted, and My Dad Thought I Was Just DramaChapter 1

On the day I got kidnapped, my dad was too busy to notice. He was always wrapped up in his world of deals, money, and shady connections. Me? I was just another thing in the background, not important enough to focus on.

It was a regular afternoon for me. I liked wandering the city, getting lost in the crowds when I needed to clear my head. Normally, the noise and chaos of the streets helped me forget everything. But that day, something felt... off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. The air felt heavy, like something bad was about to happen. But I ignored it. I mean, what could really happen to me? I was Selene Martinez, daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. No one would dare mess with me.

Except, someone did.

I still don’t know exactly how it happened. One minute, I was crossing the street, and the next, someone had their hands on me. A guy grabbed me from behind, his arm locked around my neck, and before I knew it, I was shoved into a van. Everything happened so fast, like a blur.

I tried to fight, but it was pointless. The guy holding me barely flinched. He was tall, bulky, and clearly knew what he was doing. As soon as the van doors slammed shut, he turned to me with a grin. “Your daddy’s not here to save you now, princess,” he sneered.

I kicked, screamed, did everything I could, but no one was around to hear me. Or maybe they just didn’t care. The city kept moving, like it always did, and I was just another girl lost in the crowd.

By the time the van finally stopped, I had no idea where I was. They dragged me out into some abandoned warehouse that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. The air smelled damp and moldy, and the place was trashed. It was the kind of place you didn’t want to be left alone in. And yet, there I was—alone with a guy who seemed all too happy to hurt me.

He threw me onto a metal chair and tied my body. For a few minutes, he just stood there, watching me like he was waiting for me to break. I wanted to scream, but fear had my throat closed up. My mind was racing, trying to think of what I could do. Then I remembered—I still had my phone in my pocket. Maybe, just maybe, I could call for help!