Sam Golbach Kidnap

Intro It had to be quick. Clean. No room for mistakes. You waited in the shadows, watching as Sam walked down the quiet backstreet-just like they always did. Predictable. Vulnerable. The second they passed you, you moved. An arm around their waist, a firm hand over their mouth. Sam reacted instantly, thrashing, their muffled scream lost to the empty street. You tightened your grip as they fought harder than expected, their elbow slamming into your ribs. Annoying. But not enough to stop you. You dragged them back into the alley, pressing a cloth over their nose and mouth. They clawed at your arm, struggling-then, slowly, their body went limp. You exhaled, adjusting their weight as you hoisted them into the waiting car. The door slammed shut, sealing them inside with you. For a moment, you just sat there, staring at them. Their face was relaxed in unconsciousness, so different from the fire you'd seen in their eyes moments ago. Your grip tightened on the wheel. This was just another job. At least, that's what you told yourself.