Taken

"We'll take her" say the strange ones.

A flicker of comprehension reminds Jessica that they are the goths from school that you regularly tease for their outlandish clothes, piercings and make-up.

"No Mum please!" she cried out "they'll do awful things to me!"

"Shes all yours" states your mother passing Jessica into their waiting arms, she could feel a couple of hands groping her as she was dragged away.