Willow ended up in the bakery section, quickly scouring for none moldy bread. A lot of it was soured, but a few loaves were still alive and she stuffed them in. As she worked along the aisles she noticed a lack of noise, unable to hear Vanessa or Nicki. The store was rather massive, more of a superstore then a small scale one. Willow continued to fill her cart, roaming up and down the aisles, getting closer and closer to the middle section where she'd meet up with Vanessa.
"There's that voice I've wanted to hear," Dakota sighs, Vanessa's soft voice like honey to her ears, "One night with me baby and you're obsessed. I told you you wouldn't be able to settle for less than me when I was done with you. How are you doing Vanessa? None of the guys have tried hitting on you yet have they?"
She avoided Vanessa's plea to come back, knowing an argument wouldn't help. Instead she tried to keep the conversation fun and light, wanting to make the blonde smile.
Willow was making her way down an aisle when she heard the soft voice of Vanessa a few aisles over, speaking like someone was there. For a second her heart stopped, worrying someone had found them. Then after several seconds she realized Vanessa was begging the person to come back, saying stuff like she missed them.
A boyfriend? Wait is her cell phone working again?
Rolling her cart to the end of the aisle she left it there and snuck forward, being nosy. She wanted to see if there was someone with Vanessa or if she had a phone of some kind. Honestly she was just trying to eavesdrop, needing some kind of entertainment in her life. As she peeked around the last corner she got a glimpse of Vanessa...with a radio.
She stepped out, confused about where the radio had come from. But as she opened her mouth to speak a hand clamped on it, and an arm picked her up and pulled her behind the shelf, hiding them from view. Vanessa hadn't even looked up from her radio, or she'd have spotted Willow in the aisle before whoever had her had grabbed her. But as had as she tried to struggle out a scream, or any noise at all, her assaliant knew how to keep silent, avoiding the shelves and anything Willow could use to make noise as she kicked out. The person carried her into a back room, never letting go or loosening their grip until they hit the exit door, using their back to push it open and take them both out into the heated sun. Once the door closed the dropped their hand off of Willow's mouth, but all she got was a squeak out before the gun in her pocket was yanked out and promptly used to smash over her head.
And just like that, everything went dark as sixteen year old Willow crumpled to the ground, unconscious.