Cold Hearts - Mark Tuan fanfic

21 - Locked Up

"Elysa, get up. Elysa! Babe!" Someone's whispering on your ear, but it's dark. You're not sure if your eyes are still closed, but you know you've already pried them open. Your nose cringes at the reek. It's cold, and you're shivering. The floor beneath you is damp and you try to get up but your head is heavy and you're a bit woozy. "Are you up?" That whisper again. 

"Where am I?" You only remember three men taking you during prom. "Mark?"

"I'm here." You feel a hand touching your arm. 

"Where are we?" 

"I don't know. Just stay close." You feel him beside you, his arm pulling you to him. 

Just then, you hear a creaking of steel doors. A very dim light comes on overhead and you can see where you are. It's like a cramped chamber - more like a cell. The concrete walls are covered in moss, water dripping in one corner. 

"You up?" The man, who just opened the door, say. 

By instinct, Mark pulls you behind him, blocking your view of the man. 

"What do you want?" Mark demands. 

"Thorne!" His voice is deep and raspy, making you shiver. He steps closer, and his long arms snatch you from behind Mark. 

"Hey," Mark shouts. "Where are you taking her?" 

He doesn't answer. The man takes you outside the cell and locks the door behind him. He takes you to a much wider and brighter room at the end of the hallway. It has a desk and a few chairs. There are two other men inside. One of them is talking to somebody on the phone that was on the desk. He looks up at you and motions the man holding you to take you to him. 

"You want her alive?" He was saying, "Speak!" He shoves the phone to your ear. 

"Hello?"

"Lysa," your dad. "Honey, are you ok?"

"What's happening, dad?"

"I'm sorry, baby. It's all my fault. I..." before he could finish, the man takes the phone back. 

"There. You heard her. She's still alive. Now, bring me what I'm asking." He pauses, listening. "I'll give you twenty four hours, Thorne." Then, he hangs up. "Take her back in the cell," he instructs the man. 

"What did they do to you?" Mark immediately hugs you when the man throws you back in the small room. 

"Shit! I'm sorry, Mark. This is all my dad's fault."

"What do you mean?"

"I think he owes these men something. They've taken us hostages. I'm sorry."

"Shhh..." he puts one hand on your head and pulls it to his shoulder. "It's not your fault, babe." 

It's your evil father's fault. But, you feel guilty all the same. Mark was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

There is nothing in the room - no chair, no bed...nothing. Minutes pass by...maybe hours, you can't say. Mark and you sit at one corner. His arm is still around you, trying to stop you from shaking. 

"You think we're ever gonna get out of here?" You're really scared as hell. What has your dad got you into? 

"I don't think Mr. Thorne would leave his daughter to rot in a place like this. Don't worry."

"I'm scared."

"I know." He pulls you in his arms and strokes your hair. "Are you cold?" 

You can't stop shivering, both from the cold and fear. Mark stands up and starts banging on the door.