"No!"
After this the thoughts became fuzzy. I could hear my mother sobbing as the man pushed his way into our home. When he stepped into the kitchen where my sister and I were still eating dinner, I became worried. He was a big man, both tall and burly, and he was dressed in a black suit. When he grabbed my arm, his giant paws nearly engulfed my entire forearm. He began tugging me along with him. Out of fear of what I heard in the conversation between him and my mother and of his enormous size and strength, I followed. As we approached the door, my mom pulled me away for an instant. With her face buried against my wily hair, she squeezed me and wept.
"You'll be ok. I'll see you soon. Don't be afraid."
We remained together for what seemed like a lifetime before the man gripped my arm again and began to pull me away. I held on for as long as I could, hoping that it would make my leaving more bearable for both my mother and myself. However, our separation was inevitable and at last we were drawn apart.
Once outside I began to stop resisting the man who had hold of me. As we walked away from my house, I noticed I was being taken to a car. The entire automobile was jet black. The windows had been shaded so that you couldn't see into or out of the car. It was very long and sleek, almost limo-like except for its large, bulky tires. The man opened the door, all the while holding my arm and gestured for me to get in. Out of curiosity, I listened and entered. The interior was dark and lustrous, with its seemingly new black leather seats and black velvet floors. As soon as I had buckled my seatbelt, the car began to start and the only reason I knew it had was because of the quiet humming of the engine and slight jerk that I felt shudder through my seat.
I don't know how long it had been since we left my home, but once we had stopped and my door had been opened, I could tell we were in some form of garage building. Now that we were at our destination, the man in the suit didn't feel the need to hold me, so instead I just followed close behind him, seeing as he was the only person I knew. After crossing the parking lot, we reached an elevator. The button lit up after the man had pressed it and almost immediately afterward, there was a ding and the doors opened. After stepping inside, the man pressed a series of buttons on the elevator pad and we began our descent. He stood there noiselessly with his arms
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