[ CW ] Write a story that begins with `` I should n't have said [ yes/no ] to [ him/her . ] ''

I should n't have said yes to him, but I could n't help myself. I had a weakness for men with accents. I'd only know Taron for a few hours but I was already being wisked away on a plane to who knows where. 
 
 It started out innocently enough. I was at the bar working my usual shift when he came in. He sat down and ordered a guiness. I noticed his accent and asked where he was from. He told me he was from England, a small town outside london. We made small talk while he sat there. It was a slow night so it was entertaining. 
 
 It did n't hurt that he was gorgeous. Taron was around 6'' tall, dark brown hair, and striking green eyes. He said he played soccer back home in England, and it showed. He was quite fit. A few regulars noticed him and tried to chat him up but he only wanted to talk to me. I felt special, to say the least. 
 
 I was still surprised that he stayed all night talking to me. And even more surprised when he asked if I'd liked to grab a cup of coffee after my shift. When I heard myself say yes I was shocked. I did n't even know him. But he was so gorgeous, and so smart and funny, how could I not say yes. 
 
 We stopped by a 24 hour coffee shop and ordered two regular coffees. As we sat there talking I could n't help but imagine what Taron was like in bed. All those muscles he had hidden under that dark blue button down and khakis. He unbuttoned a few buttons as the sun rose higher and exposed a patch of dark brown chest hair I almost openly sighed at how gorgeous he was. 
 
 I excused myself to the bathroom to collect myself and get my hormones in check. When I got back to our table we finished out coffees and he offered me a ride home. Again I said yes. Usually I just walk but I was feeling pretty tired after staying up all night talking with him. We hopped in his rental car and he took off. 
 
 The next thing I knew I was being woken up by the sounds of brakes being slammed pretty hard. I was laying in the back seat of Taron's car and my hands were behind me. I tried to move but I could n't. And when I tried to scream I realized my mouth was taped. I did n't know what was going on but I knew it could n't be good. 
 
 Just as I tried to sit up and take stock of what was going on around me the door by my head opened and some man pulled me out onto the ground. I tried to struggle and all he did was laugh and say, `` we've got a live one here.'' I looked around and I could n't see Taron anywhere, it was n't even his car I'd been pulled from. I was scared. 
 
 As the man set about his business I could see two other women bound and taped like me just a few yards away. They were crying. The man came back and hauled me over closer to the other women. When he did that I realized where we were. We were in an airplane hanger. He started loading the women into the plane. I was last. When he closed the door to the plane we were plunged into darkness. 
 
 Over the intercom a man with a thick accent told us to get ready for our new lives because we were n't coming back here again. I was kicking myself for ever believing in that jerk. He used me and now I'm screwed. I sat back hoping that someone would notice I was missing. But I knew by then it would be too late. My fate was sealed.
