Hostage or Captive

Chapter 2

When I woke up I found myself on the floor with my hands tied up behind my back. My face still stings from the hit and I can feel dry blood on the corner. I manage to pull myself into some sort of sitting position and glance around The room is pitch black, all I know is that the floor is made of concrete and that I seem to be underground, seeing as how cold I am. I'm eventually able to stand up and walk around the room trying to see how large it is and if there are any exits. The room isn't very large maybe 12 by 12 and there is only one door. I try to twist the handle with my hands (not an easy feat seeing as how limited movement I have with them tied behind my back) after a minute or two of trying I managed to twist the nob, only to find out it was locked. I mean yeah I figured it would be, but you know false hope and all.

Figuring that there is nothing else to lose I continuously kick the door trying to knock it down somehow, by the time I give up my feet are bloody and swollen. I head to the corner and try to curl in on myself to keep warm when suddenly the door swings open.

At first I am blinded by the sudden burst of light and turn my head away only to have my whole body violently jerked upwards and crashed into someone else's body. The movement caused the rope around my hands to cut into my skin, causing me to bleed, slowly feeling the blood running down my arm. With a small whimper, I try to pull away from whoever grabbed me, when they suddenly push me back against the wall chuckling darkly.

"You ain't going anywhere sweetheart" he growled. I start squirming trying to get free but all I manage to do is get him to push his body harder against mine, holding me in place. By now my eyes have adjusted to the light and I can see that this isn't Jonathan Morgenstern. It's some other man, he has a good six inches on me and is much larger. When I try to squirm again he lowers his mouth to my ear, whispering

"Just wait till we get to the good stuff", leaning back with a wicked grin, which quickly disappears after I knee him in the balls, watching him double over in pain as I run around him. He quickly recovers and then he pushes me to the ground straddling me, pushing my shoulders on the ground, making it impossible for me to move.

Suddenly a sword appears out of his chest and his lifeless body falls on top of me. I try to quickly wiggle my body from underneath him when it's kicked off. And there standing above me, was Jonathan Morgenstern. I froze, not knowing what to do when he unexpectedly leaned down and forced me up. Backing away from him he laughed,

"What no thank you?"

"Why in the hell should I thank you" I spat at him. With my back pressed up against the corner, I had nowhere else to go as he stalked up to me.

"For saving you from whatever", he pointed towards the body, "he was going to do to you. I'm sure you have a fairly good idea of what he wanted." he responded his voice a mixture of exasperation and laughter.

"I wouldn't have even been in this position had you not kidnapped me", I accused. This seemed to have triggered something in him and he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. Trying to dig the heels of my foot in the ground to slow him down caused me to fall on the ground, which only seemed to tick him off more. He dragged me on my knees down a hallway, stopping in front of a door and throwing me against it.

"Get in there", he ordered. Showing him that my hands were tied behind my back he mocked,

"That didn't stop you from trying to open the other door". Turning around so that my hands were against the door I avoided his face, knowing there was a cruel smile on it as he watched me grope for the handle. After finally managing to get the door open I fell back first into the room. Squatting over me he pulled out a knife and cut the rope from my hands.

"Everything you need is in here, knock on the door when you're done.", he said turning away from me.

"If you were just gonna cut the rope from my hands after I got in the door opened, why not just cut them before I had to open them?" I questioned.

"I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself", he responded shutting the door behind him. I immediately sat up and tried to open the door, but found it locked, go figure. Turning back around I glanced around the room, finding out that it was a bathroom. On top of the toilet seat where a towel and some of my clothes. Thanking God that there was a shirt, seeing as how I was still only in a sports bra and pants, I started taking off my clothes and took a shower.