[ they snatch her from the street on her way back from an extended shopping trip. thea spares a moment to be glad that she didn't actually end up buying much, because the two bags she'd been carrying end up on the sidewalk, new dress spilling over the ground, and then she realises how inconsequential her new clothes really are and begins screaming. that's when they hit her across the face with the butt end of a gun and thea shuts up pretty quickly after that, eyes wide and a little unfocused as she tries to keep tracking the movement of the gun.
they hit her again and everything turns black.
it's not the first time she's been kidnapped. maybe there's a quota that the members of the queen family need to fulfil, maybe it's just that she's an easier target than her brother these days. it's not like it matters. she comes to in an abandoned warehouse and they're all wearing masks and fighting over how high the ransom should be.
thea stays still and silent. she's learned from the last time when she'd mouthed off to her kidnappers and come home with two broken ribs and bruises that wouldn't fate for weeks.
fuck, she'd been looking forward to seeing raleigh again tonight. (she'd been meaning to go to the club in the dress she'd bought, just to see his eyes lingering on her curves like he can't help himself. she thinks maybe he can't.)
it isn't until one of them points the gun at her again while arguing that she grows scared. ]
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