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

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!

With shaky hands, I managed to pull it out. The only person I could think to call was my dad. He had to come, right? He always said he’d protect me, no matter what. So I dialed his number, praying he’d answer.

It rang twice before he picked up. “What is it, Selene?” His voice was sharp, annoyed.

“Dad,” I gasped. “Dad, I’m in trouble. Someone—”

“Selene, I’m busy. What do you want?”

My stomach dropped. “No, Dad, I’m serious! I’ve been kidnapped! You have to—”

“Not now, Selene. I don’t have time for your drama.” And with that, he hung up.

I stared at my phone, disbelief washing over me. He thought I was lying. He thought this was just another one of my stunts to get attention. I’d done stupid things before, sure, but this? This was real. And he didn’t believe me.

The thug noticed the phone in my hand and ripped it away, smashing it to the ground. The screen shattered, much like my hope. “Daddy’s not coming to save you!” he laughed, shaking his head. “He’s too busy making deals to care about you.”

His words stung, more than I wanted to admit. But deep down, I knew they were true. My father had always been about the business first, family second. And right now, I was learning just how far down the list I really was.

The thug pulled out a knife and started twirling it between his fingers, his grin widening. “Now, we’re gonna have some fun. And when me and my men done with your body, maybe I’ll send a piece of you back to dear old Dad. See if that gets his attention.”

Fear froze me in place as he moved closer. There was nothing I could do. No one was coming for me, and I was completely at his mercy. What followed was a blur of pain and terror. He was methodical, taking his time, making sure I felt every second of it.

I lost track of how long it lasted. Hours? Days? It all blended together in a haze of agony. At some point, I blacked out, hoping I wouldn’t wake up again.

But I did.

When I opened my eyes, the room was empty. The thug was gone, leaving me tied up in the same chair. My wrists burned from the ropes, but I forced myself to move, tugging at the knots until I was free. My body ached with every movement, but I managed to get up and stumble toward the door.

Just as my fingers grazed the door handle, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Before I could turn around, before I could react, a blinding pain exploded in the back of my skull.

CRACK.

I didn’t even see it coming.

The bat smashed into my head multiple time with such force, the everything went black. My legs gave out beneath me, and I crumpled to the floor, the cold concrete rushing up to meet me. My body lay limp as blood pooled around my head, soaking into the dirt and dust.

There were no more thoughts, no more pain, no more fear.

My father didn’t come.

He chose his empire over me.