Caskett: Their Home

Chapter 12: Dark Hours

Rick had spent the night at my place while his mother hosted one of her notorious parties. We had watched 3 movies and spent the night cuddling in each others arms. The night had gone to perfect. Something was blind to happen. I tried to shake the feeling off, but things never go this well for me. Castle comforted me though. We went to bed rather early and we massaged my back. We fell asleep...happy.

I woke up and realized it was still dark out. I rubbed my eyes and glanced over at my clock. It read 1:58am. I woke up at a rather odd time. Most nights I sleep through and I almost never wake up in the middle. Something was up. Maybe I heard something or felt something, but something, I knew, was off. Once more I shook of the feeling and turned into Rick. I let his scent calm me and I dozed off.

For the second time tonight I woke up. I glanced once again at the clock and it read 2:09. What the hell is going on? Rick was still asleep and- I heard something. I KNOW I heard something. I cautiously sat up and got out of bed.

Everything was dark. No light was visible through anything. I was hesitant to turn on my flashlight on my phone because it may startle anyone who knew I was awake. I walked through my bedroom door and into my living room. My eyes just began to adjust and make out the figures of my furniture. I scurried around the apartment searching in every available hiding place. My pulse was rushing as I checked every last inch. Clear. Everything was clear, the only place I hadn't checked was...

The bedroom.

Rick!

I rushed in and checked every possible place. My bathroom was empty. My closet was full of everything.

My bed.

I tiptoed over and was about to kneel down when a hand reached out from under and pulled me down. The impact of my back hitting the ground caused the wind to be knocked out of me, rendering any plea for help to come out of my mouth. For a few seconds my vision was blurred. It was inching it's way back when I felt from above me the bed begin to move. Rick was waking up. Oh God. I was slowly being pulled under my bed. I couldn't make out the face of my captor but I knew it was make. The hands were to rough and the aggressiveness was on overload. Although I couldn't see, that didn't stop me from struggling to escape. My moans and groans were soft but I hoped that Rick would hear them. To no avail, he didn't and I began to wheeze. The minimal space under the bed was causing my lungs to compress against each other and slowly give out. I was beginning to feel closer and closer to the body of the kidnapper as the seconds passed. He reached behind himself and pulled out what I thought were zip ties. And indeed I was right. His arms reached around my waist and zipped my hands together. That only made my struggle all the more rough. Next came the gauge. He placed what felt like a towel around my mouth and tied it behind my head.

"Kate?" Rick called out.

"MMMM! Mhmh! Rimmhh!" I screamed my sounds muffled. And yet to Rick he didn't hear. He was probably still waking up. And to me my pleas were ear breaking but with everything going on and to everyone else they were probably silent.

Eventually Rick gave up assuming I was in the bathroom. But I knew Castle. He wouldn't fall asleep until he knew that I was safe in his arms. In what I could only guess was an hour or two, I was slid out from under my bed. The man with no face then came out next and before standing up pulled out a needle. He then crawled onto the bed and I could hear it being stabbed into Rick. He groaned and hen everything for a moment went silent. I was then picked up and carried down a fire escape.

The breeze was icy and the fog was strong. I heard a metal door slide open and then I felt a quick breeze followed by a harsh metal slab against the right side of my body. I could tell that I had been thrown into the back of a truck.

Then a bolt of sleep caused me to roll and then slam into the back of the door. I tried to sit up and take of my blindfold. Eventually I got to my knees and began working on the blindfold. I violently shook my head and the blindfold slowly inched it's way down. I could see.

Yep. I was definitely in the back of a truck. There were boxes piled up and dry blood all over. The corners of the trunk were rusted and had a very distinct odor. I tried not to think about it and started to work on my mouth. With my luck maybe someone would hear my screams and call the police. I was halfway off when we reached a violent stop. We couldn't have gotten that far? Could we? My body for about the third time slammed against the back wall causing the boxes to topple over onto me, which helpfully caused the dirty towel to fall out of my mouth. I tried to stay still, hoping that when I was retrieved I could scream for help and maybe, if I was lucky, could get freed. But my hands were still zip tied.

I heard the metal door open and I felt footsteps on the same ground I was. Then in one quick movement I was pulled from the rubble and slung over someone's shoulder. It was now or never.

"Help!" I screamed, "HELP!"

"The fuck?" I heard from behind me. And then once again I felt a dirty rag being shoved down my throat. But that didn't stop my fight. I could still see and what I said surprised me. I wasn't in some beat up neighborhood. No. I was at a mansion. If was secluded.

And I was all alone.

I really don't know if I like this chapter. It's written kind of sloppy, but eh...you can't have it all, fuck... I'm really depressed right now so I might not update for a while but I already have a few more chapters written...

- K