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Chapter 16
Treasure's POV:

I've been here for I don't know how long. If I'd have to calculate I'd say it's been a full week. I was taken at night so that doesn't count. I was taken around 9 so the whole interrogation they did at first would've been around midnight to the next day so that's 1 day.

They bring me food once in a while and I'm thinking it's once a day and it doesn't specifically be breakfast or dinner just more like a lunch so whoever's cooking is cooking in the afternoon. At least those are my theories that I picked up on. I mean I have nothing else to do with my life but think.

I have not yet seen Liz or Elijah. I've asked any guard that comes in here if she's alright but haven't recieved a response.

We have school and most importantly, our every once a week calls and if my assumptions were right about me already being here for a week, that means we have to have a check up next week.

The weekly checkups are to only check if we're alive. We don't do the calls anymore just in case we get caught. Sooner or later the check up will stop once they see that we're "settled" in. Meaning probably one more call before we're on our own. Wait til they find out we're already kidnapped in the 5th week being undercover. Hey at least we getting shit done.

Currently I'm lying down on this dirty floor playing with my fingers. This mini undercover vacation would've been great if I was lying on a proper king size bed with martini's in my hand. One can dream.

I then heard keys being plunged into the door knob making me jolt up into a sitting position. The door opened revealing the asshole I've been asking to see all week. He came in wearing a dark blue suit with his white shirt underneath opened a little revealing his tattooed chest.

He came in with his hands in his pockets looking at me while I sat leaning my head back on the wall, while looking at him with my most annoyed look. "You asked to see me."

"Took you long enough. Where's Bri?"

"Safe." He replied with. What type of response is that?

"Safe where?" Safe how? we're in this shit hole. For all know she could be dead and he's lying straight to my face.

"Safe."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"You're saying that like I'm obligated to answer your questions."

"It's the least you could do."

"Oh really?" He walked to the side of the room grabbing a stool putting it right in front of me. "You're holding us here knowing you don't have nothing on us unless we would've been be dead by now."

"What if she's already dead?"

"You just told me she was safe."

"And you're going to take my word for it?" He had no emotion on his face like always. He's a man that likes to play games. I bet he's good at chess. He knows he has me on a leash and inside he's loving it.

"I promise you if you put your hands on her I'll-"

"You'll what?" He interrupted. I stood up trying to walk up to him forgetting that I was chained. He smirked, happy at my failure of trying to do something to him. He knows I can't.

"You might wanna calm down since your friend and your life is in my hands, yea?" He stood from the stool removing all the space we had between each other leaving just enough. He moved my hair from my shoulder pushing it to the back. I moved my head away from his touch looking to the side. Stood in that position until I heard the door close letting me know he was gone.

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