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located in Birmingham, England, a part of She Stole My Heart, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Kyla Tottes Character Portrait: Michelle Stone
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Kyla

Kyla could see the exit at the end of the alley on the other side, but then something covered her vision. "What the-" she was cut off by hitting being thrown to the ground. She felt a pain shoot up her arm as she tried to move. Whoever was doing this was going to regret it the moment she could see. There was something cold on her hands and although she tried to moved them away from the person there was a click and her hands were bound. Quickly she figured out they were handcuffs. Gotcha, bitch said the person. It was a girl. "Who the hell are you?" she asked, but she was clearly ignored.

"Put her in the van," The woman said. Kyla felt hands on her and she started thrashing. Although they were stronger than her she was giving them a hard time. Before she was tossed into the van she let out a blood piercing scream. She hit the van floor hard and she shook her head to get the sack to fall off. "When we return to the Base, I want her sedated and taken up to the guest room. Remove the handcuffs, the sack and lie her down in bed, do you understand?" the kidnapping bitch, which Kyla decided to refer to her as, was seriously kidnapping her. The back of the van door shut and Kyla kicked the van door.

"That bitch," she said. She laid down in the van and tried to reach into her pocket for her cellphone. The task was impossible and she couldn't reach them. She was so close to her home. Why did she have to be taken? She knew that valley wasn't a good idea. She cursed herself and kicked the van again. Another scream escaped her, but it lasted a while. Wishful thinking made her believe that people would hear her screaming and help her. She kept screaming until her throat started to burn.

When she realized that she was stuck in the van and no one would know where she is or who took her, she started to cry. The tears trailed down her cheeks onto her thighs. She was stuck here. At the mercy of whoever had her. She couldn't handle this. Her sobs were silent because she lost her voice with the screams. She silently cried thinking of terrible things that would happen to her. She would be killed. Raped...again. Or worse, torture. She would be tortured beyond compare. Her tears came harder and she wasn't heard. This would have to be the third time something tragic happened to her.