Goode is Taken Hostage.

Interogations and torture.

Samantha P.O.V

It couldn't  have gotten any worse! Percy-Percy my best friend-was being tortured before my eyes! And in the place of that b****! I couldn't believe it! He had offered himself up in her place. It just didn't make sense.

For the past half hour we had been forced to listen to his screams and bare witness to his suffering, it was bad enough to be watching, I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Percy. To sit there and take the torture and to not make a sound for most of it! I gained a new level of respect for my friend, one I wished he'd never earned. All the same I couldn't help but wonder what Percy had been through to earn himself those scars and to make him so used to such horrendous acts. May God have mercy upon us. If we weren't rescued soon only God would know if Percy was going to survive.

I would never forget the sound of my best friend's agonised screams, of that I was certain, I just wished there was a way to help him.

My phone!

I was at the back, in a corner, behind a crowd of people (I'd wanted to be as far away from the scene as possible) and that meant I was barely visible. So if I could just call the police and tell them how to get in and how many terrorists there were it might help them rescue Percy!
I struggled to open the zip  on my bag inconspicuously and almost lost my resolve until I heard another scream being wrenched from Percy, a brief look upwards showed me that the man had thrown him off his chair and was preparing to whip him. I felt saltwater cascade from my eyes as I struggled harder with my bad.

The whip was wicked; it was long and knotted with small pieces of metal tied onto it at irregular intervals, I didn't want to imagine the damage Percy's already destroyed back was about to take, joining the scars which already covered it like pulsing red snakes, it appeared that this wouldn't be my friends first encounter with a whip.

The horror of the situation was hitting me full force, I could feel my head going light and my vision darkened, I had to fight the urge to be sick right there and then, but I had a job to do.

I shoved my hand into my bag, searching, without moving too obviously, for my cell phone. I almost cried with relief when my had closed around the cold metal of it's case.

I quickly took it out, almost dropping it as sweat covered my palms, and surveyed the hall, trying desperately to ignore Percy's grunts and screams as the whip tore at his back, the psychopath had moved onto one with small, metal hooks on it, like reinforced, miniature fishing hooks. Designed to slice into flesh and stay there until it tore it off when pulled back in a fountain of blood and gore, leaving strips of flesh hanging with bone fragments lodged inside. No! Stop thinking about that! Forget about the monster and focus on your task!

I knew that if I lost focus then, I would never be able to go through with my mission, this was my only hope to help Percy and I had to get it done before it was too late. I didn't know how much more of this Percy would be able to take.

I pulled my phone out and brought up the keypad, typing in 9-1-1.