I've Never Been So Cold

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She was cold, it was dark, her head hurt. Where was she?

She tried to move but there was something stopping her. Her hands were tied. She panicked, shouting 'Help. Someone. Jack. Please. Help me' She didn't know why she shouted his name, he was always the first person she thought of. She would have to stop that, she thought sadly. He had been the one constant in her life for the past 8 years, the one person that she could always count on, and now she had lost him completely. She felt unshed tears stinging her eyes. 

She struggled, but it made her head hurt even more. She shouted again 'Please. Someone. Help me' But the only sound was a slow drip of water coming from nearby. Be calm Nikki, she thought to herself. Calm down, breathe, think.  

She established that she was lying down, on her side, on something soft, it felt like cushions, or a bed, a mattress, something like that. There was a wall behind her, she could feel it against her hands, which were tied behind her back. It was cold, so very cold, and damp. She'd ran out of the Lyell without her coat, so she was only wearing a thin shirt and jeans. She tried to move her legs, to sit up, but realised they were also tied. What the hell had happened to her.

She shivered as she remembered leaving the Lyell, and the reason why. Jack. Oh god Jack. The tears started falling as she thought of him again. Her thoughts always went back to Jack. Her heart ached. All those years she'd fought against her feelings for him, to protect him, but now she was finally ready to give into them he didn't want her. A sob escaped from her, echoing around her prison. 

Then she remembered that smell, a chemical smell, and someone grabbing her from behind. They must have brought her here. 

She fought against the ties on her hands and legs, struggling to try and free herself, but it was no use. She was tied tightly, and she couldn't even see to find something to help her. She shouted and screamed, over and over again 'Help. Please. Someone. Jack. Help me.' But she was met with silence.

She stopped struggling as the tears flowed down her face. Her head hurt, her throat hurt from shouting, and she was terrified. Who had brought her here. What would they do with her. How could she get away. What if she didn't get away. What if her life was meant to end here. She was trapped again, like Mexico. Her thoughts turned to Jack again, always thoughts of Jack. Big, strong, kind, funny, Jack. After that kiss she'd thought that they could finally build a life together, give in to those feelings that had always simmered beneath the surface with them. Oh she would do anything to have Jack's strong hands come and untie her, pick her up and take her home. She sobbed. How the hell was she going to get out of this.