Kidnapping Twins

Hailey

A/N: This is kind of a gory part. But I tried to keep the gory details to a minimum. Thank you guys for reading. 

I groan, the slam of a car door waking me up. I feel arms tense around me and suddenly all of my memories come rushing back. I gasp, starting to wriggle against the person who is holding me.

"Hailey, calm down. It's Grace! It's just Grace!" I look up and see her face and relax. She looks alarmed and scared, but besides that, she looks like the Grace I've come to love over the past few weeks. I hear a car door open and I look over. The guy who kidnapped us, the one dressed as a guard, is standing at the open door, staring at us expectantly.

"Well, come on! Get out of the car! We don't have all day. Grace, carry Hailey inside. Not sure if she can actually walk right now." He starts to walk towards the house as Grace gets out. I crawl into her arms and I look around as she carries me towards the house. We are quite literally in the middle of nowhere. We are surrounded by woods. No trails to be seen anywhere, which means that not many people come out here. I look towards the house, where the guy is waiting for us. It's a log cabin, with a brown wooden fence surrounding it. It looks so normal. No one would ever suspect it. A tear slides down my face as I turn my head towards Grace's chest, not wanting to think about where we are. The door opens and closes as an arm closes around Grace's arm. I look up and see the guy starting to drag Grace along, bringing us down a long hallway with doors lining both sides. He stops halfway down the hallway and turns to the door on the left, opening it and pushing Grace inside. She stumbles in but doesn't drop me, turning around to face the man. He doesn't hesitate in taking me from her arms. I scream, starting to struggle in his arms. He slaps me, momentarily shocking me into silence.

"You better shut the hell up. You and Grace are going to be in different rooms. This is her room, not yours. I'll bring you to yours." I turn towards Grace, who is just standing there in shock. We walk out of the room and he closes the door. He sets me down and I crumple to the ground, the pain from my surgery not allowing me to stand on my own. He produces a key from his pocket that he uses to lock the door. He puts the key back in his pocket and bends down to pick me up again. We start to move back to the way we came. We stop at a door that is only a couple of doors away from the beginning of the hall. He opens it and carries me inside, setting me on a bed. The room is a cement room. The walls are all cement, and there is a mirror, sink, and toilet all attached to the wall. The bed is in the corner of the room, and it is a thin mattress on the floor, and has a small pink throw blanket on it. He stands up, brushing his hands together like he is dusting something off of them.

"Well, this is your new room. You will be staying in here when you are not in the torture chamber. I am going to give you and Grace walkie talkies so that you two can communicate with each other. But I can hear everything that you guys are saying. So I wouldn't try anything if I were you." He walks out of the room, dismissing me quickly. I move over to the corner of the bed, pressing myself into the wall. I take deep breaths, not wanting to cry until I know that he won't be coming back in again for a while. I hear a scream from down the hall and I flinch, recognizing Grace's scream. After a couple of minutes my door opens and the man walks in, carrying a small walkie talkie. He hands it to me and sits down on the floor across from me. I watch him timidly, not sure what he is going to do.

"Well, we better start laying out some ground rules. But first, I'll introduce myself. My name is Kye. Your father and I have been friends for a long time. So when I was made his guard, I already knew what the plan was. I will be helping your father break out of prison so that he can be back with you two, just as he planned. I am going to have to go back and get your sister and your mother. But we won't have to do that just yet. Anyways, the rules. You are not to leave this room. It will always be locked, so you won't be able to anyways. I will bring in 3 meals a day. They need to be completely finished before I come in and take the dishes, which will be 15 minutes after I bring them in here. You have a toilet, sink, and mirror in here. So you should never have to leave. If you need something else, you can change the walkie talkie setting to number 3, and I will be able to hear your request. If you break any of these rules, you will be receiving punishment. If you or Grace talk about trying to escape, you will receive punishment. If you don't do something I tell you to, you receive punishment. I won't be torturing you too much unless you deserve it. Your father will be doing most of the torturing, not me. Now, do you have any questions?" I look down at my hands then back up at him, trying my best not to panic.