Taken (A Spoby/Pll Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Help Wanted

[( A/N: How did y'all like that cliff hanger?  There might be another one in store, so READ ON! )]

Spencer's POV:

I wake up on a bed in what I think is a motel.  My head hurts, I have bruises on my wrists, and my vision is blurry. Memories come flowing back to me in little pieces as I remember what happened the last night. Party. Wren.  Head hurting.  Trunk of a car.  I wake up here.  This is all I can remember before blacking out all the way.  My vision is starting to come-to and I can see that I am alone in a room with a bed, dresser, chair, closet, and a bathroom.  I feel a sharp, burning sensation on my wrists and notice that I'm tied to the bed posts.  Suddenly, I hear a noise at the door.  I hear the turning of a key, and slowly watch as the door creaks open.  In walks a tall figure dressed in all black.  I cannot see who it is because they're wearing a mask.  I wait for them to speak, but they do not, so I make the first move.

"Wh-where am I?" I ask in a shaky voice.  It hurts to speak, so I must've been screaming a lot last night.

No answer.

"Wh-why and I h-here?" I question, fresh tears flowing down my face over the old, dry ones that I didn't even notice were there.

The figure starts to walk towards me and I become scared.

"St-stay away.  Please, don't hurt me, not again!" I scream, hoping they'll back away.

Finally, the figure lets out a sigh and begins to take off their mask.  I can see it's a man, just by the whiskers on his face.  Then comes the nose, and the eyes, and finally the hair.

"WREN?" I scream, trying to hold back more tears.

"Ello Spencah, I'm truly sorry it had to come to this, but you just wouldn't leave that carpentah," he said with a smirk on his evil face.

I begin to scream, hoping someone, somewhere will hear my cries for help.

"Oh Spencah, I wouldn't waste your time.  There's no one within miles of here," he said, coming closer.  "Now if I untie you, you won't try to run, correct?  There's no use anyways," he says.

I nod, and he unties my now swollen, red wrists.  More tears begin to rapidly role down my face, until I eventually lose it and start balling.  Before I can know what's happening, I feel a burning sensation on my cheek.  Wren just slapped me.

I look up at him with shock and hurt as he walks over to me, pulls me up, and drags me outside.  My theories are now confirmed when I see an old motel sign with flickering lights and an old "Help Wanted" sign in the window of the office building.

That's when I realize I'm not going anywhere, for a long time.

[( A/N: Do you think Spencer will ever get out of there?  Let me know in the comments!  Oh, and there will probably be about a 1 month skip in time in the next chapter!  Kisses, -Amy )]