WARNING!!! GOREY CONTENT!!
LUCAS' POV
/Day 9/
"What the fuck do you mean you still can't find anything on him?!" I slammed my fist hard on the detective's desk.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Heir. There's nothing on this man." He adjusted his tie. He seemed frightened, he was a scrawny man. About 5"6.
I sighed. "Okay." I pulled my leather jacket higher onto my shoulders and started for the door.
"We are trying everything we can, Lucas." He stood. Palms flat on his desk.
"It's been a week and a day, Kyle." I didn't make eye contact, I just stood there with the office doorknob in my grasps.
"I know. I'm really sorry but-" I cut him off.
"But what?" I turned to him, hand still on the knob.
"There's a possibility that she could be dea-" I interrupted him again.
"Don't you fucking say it." I demanded. "Don't fucking dare." I said on am exhale. He walked over and opened the door for me.
"I'll call you if we find out the slightest information." He stated. I just nodded in agreement and started down the well lit hallway.
I had took a leave from my job until further notice. I did the same for Delilah.
I sat at home in the same spot where Delilah and usually sat.
"I wish you were here." I whispered, softly rubbing her spot.
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DELILAH's POV
/Day 11/
It had been about three hours and he still hadn't came to the bunker. I felt it was time for my plan.
I began to gnaw at the zip tie around my right wrist. I sucked my lip once the tie snapped me in it, drawing a little blood. I pulled the identical restraints from my left wrist and ankles. I stood from the chair and fell to my knees. I had forgotten what it felt like to walk. I crawled over to his tool bag, it had my clothes in it. I put them on my body, my pants fitting loosely considering he only fed me once or twice the whole time I was there. I dug through his bag until I found a hammer. I fiddled it between my hands before I grabbed it tight. I heard what sounded like a closing door. I took the hammer to to huge light and shattered it. It went pitch dark, I stood in the corner that I felt for in front of the chair I was tied to minutes prior.
"Rose?" I heard him say once his feet hit the ground. "This isn't funny dear." He added.
He groaned as he bumped into the mini fridge and chair. I could hear him going into his bag. He turned on a flash light and began to shine it around the room.
"How'd you-" He asked, shining the light on the chair before I interrupted him.
"Don't worry about it." I said "Let me go and I won't use this." I held the hammer over my head, ready to strike if he got close.
"You're just a wee little girl. You can't do anything to me." He began to walk close to me, setting the flashlight in the chair so his hands could be free.
