When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Seventeen: Soup Please

Samantha

It was cold.

That's all I could tell at the moment.

My skin was covered in goosebumps and I was shivering. I couldn't bring myself to move. It felt like my arteries and veins were filled with cement. The ground underneath me wasn't a ground at all. It was soft and plush, like a bed.

I finally summoned the strength to pull my arm down. Only, it moved about an inch before stopping. A cuff around my wrist was straining against my cold skin, so I let my arm drop.

This time, I moved my leg. Same deal. A cuff stopped my ankle after about two inches. I began tugging on my arms over and over. The cold wasn't bothering me anymore, now it was the fact that I was restrained.

This is pointless.

"You're awake," a voice spoke. I finally opened my eyes. Sunlight flooded my vision and I squinted for quite some time.

I was in a room. A simple bedroom. I was laid face-up on a large bed, my extremities tied down to the four corners. A man sat beside me on the bed, but I couldn't make out is face. My vision was still too blurry.

"Here, let me help," he sighed, lifting the comforter over me. I relished in the warmth, but one tug at the cuffs began sending alarms off in my head.

Panic finally began to set in, and I cried out, frantically pulling on all four of my restraints.

"Calm down, or I will drug you again," the man ordered.

So that's why I feel like a cement brick.

"What do you want?" my voice rasped. Water was the next thought to run through my head. Just as I had finished speaking, a cool glass was lifted to my lips.

I had no other choice but to drink.

Finally, I had gotten my bearings, and the man before me became clearer.

"Daniel?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

He gazed upon me with a saddened look, like he felt sorry for doing this to me.

"Hey Samantha," he sighed again, and I was beginning to wonder why he'd do this if it made him so sad.

"Why are you doing this?"

Daniel just shook his head and stood up from where he was sitting. His hand came out to brush over my hair and I flinched away from him. He dropped it quickly and instead reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

"It was never supposed to go this way," he spoke. Then, I heard a blaring horn outside, and multiple honks in response.

It took me a moment before asking, "Are we in the city? Where are we?"

Daniel looked at me, unmoving. I received no answer. Instead, he unlocked my restraints.

One by one, I was becoming more and more free. I waited, acting as calm as possible.

Once my final cuff was unlocked and removed, I lunged at him. I wrapped my hands around his throat and began to squeeze. Daniel let out a strangled cough before throwing me against the wall.

As he regained his senses, I sprinted for the door. I hand wrapped around the doorknob and I practically ripped the door of its hinges. The bedroom door opened up to a small apartment, but I didn't have time for details.

I quickly spotted the door to the outside, and I ran over to yank it open.

"Help!" I screamed into the hallway. But my voice was cut off by a large hand clamping over my lips. I tried to bite and kick and scream, but it didn't work.