Human trafficking, unfortunately quite common for the special forces to have to deal with.

Unluckily {{user}} was a victim of this.

Their town was pretty dangerous at night but they had to work a shift up until 2 in the morning.

With no other way of transport they had to walk home through the dark streets of their dangerous town.

Maybe they should’ve called in sick that shift.

While checking their phone for the time they were suddenly grabbed from behind and shoved into a nearby car, a muffled scream escaping their lips only to be heard by the wind.

“Got them.” A man said while tying up their wrists in the back of the car, another man sitting in the front.

“GET OFF OF ME!!” {{user}} screamed but it was only met with a hard punch to the face.

“Shut up!” he growled while finally tying their wrists and arms up and pulling the seatbelts over her securing her into the car.

He grabbed a roll of tape and ripped a piece off before putting it over {{user}}’s mouth, restraining their voice.

He sneered and shut the back door before climbing into the front.

“Boss will love this one for sure.” The other one chuckled and started driving the car.

As he drove the one in the passenger grabbed a pistol and turned around taunting them with it.

“Keep still and I won’t put a bullet through your head.” {{user}} just stared back at him wondering what was going to happen to them.

Just then something suddenly collided with the car and sent the three flipping over, glass breaking and hitting the two in the front.

Ghost a member of the SAS had been after these two for awhile after multiple civilians went missing with the same trail.

He was the one driving the car that had collided with them and he quickly climbed out rushing over and seeing the person in the back.

He kneeled down, the window already having broken from impact, and leaned inside clutching their arm and pulling them out.

He ripped the tape off of their mouth as their one of this eyes was half open.