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guy with the scar came within reach she gave a swift and solid kick to his groin. He howled like a little girl. The second guy didn’t allow her the chance for a groin hit, but she was able to dig her thumb into his eye when he grabbed her. He quickly tossed her away, causing her to fall on the floor and slide across it. She was on her hands and knees, and she was almost to her feet when the other guy put the barrel of the gun against the back of her head. She heard the sound of what she would say was the safety being taken off. “Your choice, daddy’s girl. I will shoot you if I have to.”
     
    His accent was Russian and that worried her. Had they taken her to Russia? How would her father find her if they had taken her there?
     
    He uttered something in Russian. While she could recognize the accent she didn’t speak the language not one bit. French, she spoke. Sign Language she knew. Japanese her mother had insisted she learn. But Russian was never on her study list. She wished it was because then she would know what they were saying.
     
    “Your daddy’s going to miss you isn’t he?” He laughed.
     
    This was about her father. It had to be; why else would they mention him? A man returned with a chair and some bindings. The guy with the gun latched on to her ponytail and pulled her up by her hair. She was sure he was the same man who had punched her. She was positive of that because she recognized the way he manhandled her into the chair to be the same way he was trying to manhandle her out of the television station.
     
    Once he had her in the chair he made them strap her wrists down to the armrests. She wasn’t going to be able to go anywhere, not without something to cut her bindings. They had made sure the plastic things were tight enough to prohibit movement. They left her in that room without any explanation as to what they wanted. They just left one overhead light on and it was barely enough to light the room. In fact, it barely lit the area she took up. They didn’t want her to be able to see her way clear of the cage they had put her in. This room was a cage—her cage—and she was stuck there until they were ready to do whatever it was they were planning to do.
     
    How had a simple interview gone so horribly wrong? It wasn’t a secret that she would be on the show that morning so it wasn’t as if somebody had sold her down river. Demetri had been there with her because since an incident with the Stalkerazi her father had insisted she have protection. She didn’t complain about it. She was sixteen at the time and the guy following her around town when she went out with her mother to go shopping or to have a day at the park, or even a fun Hawaiian vacation for the two of them, was creepy. She didn’t take breaks often. She trained and when she wasn’t training she was doing her school studies, and when she wasn’t doing that she was eating meals with the family or having family night, but mostly she trained. On the rare occasions that she got out for a vacation she still trained. Her father had rented out a rink on Kauai so that she could practice while they were away for the week. She spent a lot more time practicing than vacationing, but she had seen Hawaii—some of it anyway. Then that guy, dark hair, dark sunglasses and creepy dingy white t-shirt started showing up everywhere. She first noticed him at the rink. She had been lining up to do a triple axel when she caught sight of a white man lurking behind the chairs of the top row. She had gotten distracted and instead of nailing her triple axel she fell flat on her butt. She pointed him out to Keiko who immediately alerted security, but he was gone by then. She kept practicing because she needed to practice, but she still kept checking to be sure he was gone. She had wondered who he was and what he wanted. Then she saw him again when she went out to dinner with her mother. It was their girls’ night out on the island because her father was