[Shaun]

First of all I'd like to thank Gary (MrGaryy) for a lot of the ideas featured in this piece. I believe you'll soon be able to see what I mean; the Marigold St. name was taken from his idea and it was his demand that it be featured in the title of this story. This shall be a short series of creative writing featuring a limited few TiBB users in a kidnapping plot. The film "Taken" has been a heavy influence on the plot of this. This is just for fun, however

As she looked for the seventh time at the tickets firmly gripped in her beautifully manicured hands, Mark Waldorf couldn't contain her excitement. Months of planning and anticipation had gone into this weekend, and she couldn't believe it had finally arrived. Britney Spears, she told herself. Brit. Knee. Spears. Before Mark could wander off into her own mind about fantasies of choreography and props, a knock on the taxi window from her friend brought her back to reality.

"OH. MY. GODNEY." screamed her friend, jumping up and down excitedly and tightly embracing Mark.
"Hugo! Hi! Oh my god I know!" Mark managed to utter inbetween squeezes and hyperventilation.
They rushed into the airport, leaving staff to deal with the bore that is luggage. As if I'd risk pulling a muscle 24 hours before seeing Britney, Mark thought with a wry smile.

After making a brief stop at the Starbucks on site, the pair approached the gate and with rolled eyes turned back on their fraught parents. Hugo begrudgedly hugged his mother, Jen and kissed her on the cheek, and James wished her a good time.
Mark sometimes wondered why Hugo was such a bitch to her parents. They gave her everything she wanted and often without consequence. If only her parents were the same. She faintly hugged her father, Gary, and mother, Shaun.

A brief wave of goodbyes were exchanged by the parents as the girls dashed to the departure gate. On a cellphone nearby, a young man spoke in monotone,
"They're on the flight." he hung up.

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Three hours and several martinis later, Hugo and Mark touched down in Rome. They'd heard very little about the place in the limited time they'd paid attention in geography, but what they did know is that Sabrina the Teenage Witch didn't choose her filming locations frivolously.
Iconic landmarks such as the Pantheon passed by without as much as a glance from the pair as they mindlessly checked their Blackberries and pointed out cute guys on mopeds driving past.

They soon arrived at the Rome Cavalieri, the city's leading hotel of course. Mark paused for a moment to consider how much, or little, effort will have been taken for Hugo to convince his parents to be so lavish with their spending. Being the poorer of the two friends, though still able to live comfortably, certainly had its drags. Mark was always the last one to buy the latest trends - she remembered with a shudder the time she bought the Fall Givenchy haute couture jacket only for Hugo to waltz in with Spring's latest offering.

She shook her head and took a bite of her pastry, brushing the crumbs onto Hugo's coat with a smirk. Climbing out of the taxi, Hugo waved to the concierge to escort their possessions inside, and took a key from the desk.

Walking into the extravagant en-suite, they set their bags down and Hugo immediately dashed to put on "Circus" on the home entertainment system.
Mark rushed to the bathroom and changed into some jeans and a low-cut top, and walked to the bedroom. A brief blast of Twilight Twitty's "Angel With A Dirty Face" interrupted her stride, and she immediately grabbed her Blackberry.

"How was the flight?" trawled Gary, and Mark immediately sighed.
"Fine."
"Are you at the hotel yet?"
"Yes."
"And you've checked in?"
Mark had no time to nonchalantly reply before she heard a scream in the background.

"Mark! Mark! RUN!" Hugo gasped before her head was covered by a sack. Three burly men in balaclavas quickly spread out amongst the suite and Mark barricaded herself in the bathroom.
"Dad! Dad! There's men here, they've got Hugo!" Mark stammered, her hair frightfully out of place.
"Matter of time tbh" Gary quipped, before straightening his tie and realising the urgency of the situation. "Look, honey. They're going to get you. But I need you to do this for me, provoke a reaction out of them, get them to speak, so I can hear them. SHAUN PHONE THE ****ING POLICE."
Back in London, a large woman with sizeable breasts leapt into action and scrambled for her mobile phone.
"What's happening, Mark?" Gary demanded, his face botoxed beyond the realms of plausible and discernable emotion.

"They're...they're...oh my God." Mark began, before the bathroom door flew open and she fell to the floor in terror.
"YOU. BITCH. GET OVER HERE." one of the men chanted.
"Oooh, sounds hot." Gary mumbled.
Mark remembered instantly what her father had said, and instead tore the towel heater off the wall and lunged at the man as if he were a disobedient Asian slave his mother, Shaun, was caught in bed with.

"You're messing with the wrong bitch!" she cried.
"Do what you're ****ing told or I'll shoot." replied the assailant instantly, and in a tone that was neither hysterical or angry. Without further thought, Mark decided compliance was the best option.
The two other men grabbed her and taped her arms behind her back, tearing off her charm bracelet in the process.
"YOU BASTARDS THAT WAS 24 CARA-" Mark begun but was promptly put into a sleeper hold by the man with the fiercest shoes.

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On the other side of the Channel, Gary looked at his phone with disgust and anguish. Thoughts of the worst imaginable kind were rushing through his head, and he lashed out at his hot mess of a wife.
"What's happened!?" she screamed, dropping a plate of nachos onto the tiled floor.
"Some bastards have taken Mark, that's what!" Gary yelled.
"Oh God no-", Shaun threw her hands to her face and looked fraught. She slowly crouched into a ball.

*klaxon*

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