I've just achieved history by winning a large number of awards at one of the music industry's oldest awards shows. I haven't yet had to spread my legs or get my knees dirty because I have talent and respect of the industry at the innocent age of 18. I have a good number of stalkers, but my parents, manager and record label have kept my life sheltered from the threats. They would cause me to lock myself in a room and never go out by myself, if I weren't so protected by them.
As I get ready to attend my first after party of the night, I don't change into something conservative because I really love my dress and want to be seen in it. "I'll text you when I get to the party," I tell my mom who still shares a hotel room with me and exit our room to head down the hall to the elevator. I press the button to call the lift that will take me downstairs to the lobby. Then it happened, I feel a hand over my mouth and try to break free as I feel the prick of a needle on my shoulder. I also think I feel another hand cupping one of my small breasts, but I'm unsure as I faint.
[Please PM me, if you'd like to play my kidnapper and stalker for this]