Abducted

9. Medication

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ANNA'S POV

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I squirmed in the grimy chair, my chest hurting from sobbing over Easton's death. It was so much like when they first brought me here. The rope burns, the pain of tears, sitting in an icy room brimming with fear.

"Anna," Sam said quietly as he entered my room. He was carrying a metal tray, on it was medical equipment. Sam put the tray down and picked up a syringe. He quietly filled it with amber liquid and rolled up my sleeve. I sucked in a sharp breath as the nightmares returned.

Derik sat with me, we were back to back. A tall, sturdy man inserted a clear liquid into my brother's arm as he yelled in pain. I felt Derik's muscles relax as he slipped away from me. The mysterious man slipped a black chain with a wolf pendant around my neck. He dragged an unconcious Derik away, leaving me all alone.

I shook my head, clearing away the beginings of W.O.L.F. Sam left, just as he had done the first night I met him, with a smile.

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EMILY'S POV

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I looked around the cellar. So many people, so many dead. Wait, was that, Derik?

"Derik?" I whispered. He pulled his head up.

"Emily, why are you here?" He said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know," I admitted. I crawled over the dead bodies to Derik. I cupped his face in my hands and looked directly in his eyes. "Where are we?" I said gently. After all, he was just another one of Sam's victims.

"Sam calls it the Room. He puts all his dead victims in here once they die," Derik replied.

"Will he come back?"

"Yes." The door creaked open. I turned to see Sam standing there, shock and anger written all over his face.

"You're alive?" Sam choked out.

"Yes," I squeaked.

Sam looked down, when he looked back up at me he had a creepy smile plastered on his face. "I'm sorry, Emily. Or maybe, I'm not."

A/N Like? Its kinda short if you are on a tablet. Sorry 'bout that. Next up is Sam's POV! Time to look into that twisted mind! OK! 'Till next time!