Fantastic Views/Take Georgia
You approached the brunette girl. She scowled at you as you got closer. "What the fuck do you want?" She spat. You smiled warmly at her. "You don't remember me? I'm your mum's best friend!" You there your hands up dramatically. "We met at Christmas a couple of years ago," "I don't know you." "Come on, that's not nice. You used to call me uncle and your saying you don't remember me?" A strange look crossed Georgia's face. She was desperately searching for your name. "Uncle Stan?" She asked meekly. "That's me!" You lied. You threw your arms open for a hug, which Georgia reluctantly accepted. You held onto her. "Your mum sent me to pick you up. She isn't able to get off work yet." Georgia shrugged and followed you to your car.
You opened the back door, stepping aside for Georgia. She climbed in, buckling up the seat belt. You were suddenly glad that the back windows were heavily tinted. You had turned child lock on, which would prevent her from making any escape attempts. You got behind the wheel and made your way to the bunker.
Georgia realised far too late that you weren't taking her home. By the time she started screaming and banging on the window, you were almost home. You smirked as she struggled with the door handle. She wasn't crying yet, which surprised you. You glanced in the rear view mirror. Georgia spat at you before trying to pry the door open. You pulled up to the bunker and got out. You opened the door and grabbed Georgia by the hair. You forced her to the ground. She squealed and tried to get away. You delivered a hard punch to her cheek. She crumpled and lay still. You picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder. You carried her downstairs.
What do you do now?