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I knew something was truly wrong. I'd just made a horrible decision. I started to back away as his grin turned devilish in a split second. I needed to get away, now. As I backed away quickly, the back of my legs hit my bike and I tripped and fell to the ground. "Thank you, dear," he said softly. He moved to stand over me. "That's just what I needed." "What are you d-" Before I could say another word, he lunged at me like a lion lunging at it's prey. I only had a second to scream before his large, dirty hand wrapped around my mouth painfully. I couldn't breath. --- The abductions were getting more frequent. The media named him the Hollywood Kidnapper. The same situation occurred each time he struck. The victim was young, in their twenties, an actor, and was in Hollywood when kidnapped. The kidnapper always left something behind, a bag, a shoe, a tie, but nothing else of the person was ever seen again. Marisa is a sweet girl, just looking for her big break so she can pay back her parents for helping her pursue her dream. But the streets of Hollywood may not be as safe as she thinks...
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