Kidnapped

Chapter Three: The Attempt

Hours after being drugged with some sort of sleep-inducing drug, Maggie woke up and saw sunlight coming in from the window. She was feeling as if she was in a living Hell, living in darkness, as if a dark cloud hung over her for the last day she's been in the basement.

She tried standing up to stretch, but was jerked by the handcuff chain and couldn't stand up as much as she wanted to. Connor must have put the handcuffs back on while she was asleep.

She scanned the basement for Connor, but there was no sign of him. She thought that he might have had a job, or he'd just gone for a walk. Maggie tugged on the cuffs to try to break the chain, but it didn't work. Then she started patting her pockets, finally finding what she wanted. She pulled out a pocket knife and started cutting at the thin chain of the handcuffs.

At about 11:19 A.M., on Tuesday, October twelfth, Maggie got halfway through the chain, but was so tired of cutting at the chain, she gave up and sat down on the floor. She was tired and frustrated and glared at the offending metal ring around her wrist.

She started yanking the chain to see if it would break in half. Soon enough--maybe half an hour later-- the chain gave way and broke in half. Maggie had sucessfully broken through it, completing the first part of an escape plan.

Maggie smiled and stood up, running to the table and trying to find her phone, which is nowhere to be found. She gave up looking for that and ran to the stairs. But, as she climbed the stairs, the basement door opened and she was shocked by who it was.

"C-Connor, w-what are you doing here?" she asked, as if she wasn't approximately twenty feet away from where she should have been.

He replied, "I was going to ask you the same question, Maggie, but I guess I should ask what you're doing."

Maggie jumped off all the stairs she'd climbed, hoping to land like all the heroes in books and movies did, but failed. Her ankle goes crooked and she fell onto the floor in shock. She screamed in agony and held her ankle in both hands, trying to stop the pain.

Connor slowly came down the stairs and stood beside her watching her cry in pain. "That was a stupid stunt for a girl that did the same thing on a sidewalk, walking home from school all alone," he said to her, starting to laugh.

Maggie looked up at him with tears in her eyes, feeling insulted and useless to him now.

Soon Connor realized that wasn't the right thing to say to her, since she's unable to get up off the ground. "Maggie, let me help you. Your punishment will be decided later, but right now you need help," he said calmly to her, trying not to scare her.

Maggie stayed still and let him help her.

He bent down and picked her up carefully, taking her upstairs to the living room. He placed her on the couch to let her relax and went into the kitchen to get some ice to help the swelling go down. "Maggie, were you trying to escape from the basement?"

Maggie didn't reply.

Connor got frustrated and slammed the ice on Maggie's ankle to make her answer. "Answer me damn it!" he roared.

Maggie replied, crying even more from the pain of his slamming the ice on her ankle. "Yes, I was! Please let me go home, I'm scared of you, Connor! I'm afraid that you'll kill me for every mistake I make!"

Connor leaned down to her face and said to her, "I'm not going to kill you. At least not yet. Listen to me, Maggie, the next time you try to escape will be the last time you'll see daylight." He said coldly.

Maggie cried and begged him not to kill her, but Connor still thought of killing her at some point.

Connor rubbed her head to soothe her. "Hush now. I'm not going to hurt you now, you're hurt already, I'm not going to do any more damage".

Maggie looked at him with begging eyes and turned her head away, knowing it wouldn't work no matter how hard she tried.

He picked the ice up and looked at her ankle. "It's not that serious, but you should rest it for a few days." Connor wrapped her ankle in a bandage to keep the swelling down and picked her up again, taking her down to the basement. He got another pair of handcuffs to put on her wrist to keep her from escaping again.

Connor came down the basement stairs with Maggie in his arms and put her on the bed, cuffing her to it again. After he brought her down and laid her down, he saw she was asleep and clinging to him, not letting go.

He smiled and lay beside her to keep her warm and said to her lovingly, "You're not going to die; not any time soon. I promise I will look after you as if you were my daughter."

Maggie inched her eyes open a bit and smiled.