I woke up in a cold sweat. My arms and legs were chained to the wall behind me. I blinked salty tears out of my eyes and looked around. I was sitting in a perfect white room, and there was a figure across from me. I blinked some more until I realized it was Jay. He hadn't woken up yet. I tried to call to him, but no sound came out. My throat felt scratchy as if I had been screaming all night. I don't know. Maybe I had.
When I woke up again, this time from a doze, I noticed Jay was stirring. He looked up, and when he saw me his eyes brightened.
"Peyton!" He called, struggling with his chains.
"Jay, it's no use." I said gently. "We're not going anywhere."
He slumped against the wall, a look of defeat on his face. I studied him. He had a familiar gleam in his eyes, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly Jay's head shot up and his eyes got brighter.
"The knife!" he exclaimed, pulling off his shirt. He struggled a good bit, but finally got it off. His white undershirt had a pocket in the chest, and a small knife was visible in it. He shook it off and managed to cut himself free. He came over to me and did the same. We stood up and took a better look at the white room. There didn't seem to be any way out. Then I heard the voice I most dreaded.
"Well, how unlikely you two would end up together." A hologram of Hawk appeared on the wall in front of us. He sat in a chair, leaned back like he was some evil villain or something. He raised an eyebrow, a sly grin on his face. "Now for the fun." I bit back a smart comment. He focused on Jay. Then he looked at me. "Kiss her."
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Captives
Teen FictionTom was just a regular boy, and Peyton was just a regular girl. They had known each other for years. Their friendship was beyond the scale; they were willing to risk our lives for each other. However, when something terrible takes them farther than...
