Manhunt (Sequel to Bechloe - Chicago was a mistake)

Chapter 6 - Gone

*Just a heads up this chapter and possibly another couple chapter may involve triggers for some people so THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING!!! I will put asterisks in bold around where a paragraph with a trigger may be and I'm just sorry in advance.

Beca's POV

I opened my eyes and it seemed not a single drop of light could make it's way into the room but wind could. It was pitch black around me and I couldn't see anything. I could only feel a chilling wind that made my arm and neck hairs stand on end. Everything ached and my head felt groggy. Something was wrong, like really wrong. I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard footsteps. I wanted to call for help but I was frozen in fear. I had no memory of where I was or how I got there. The footsteps came closer but they were coming from behind.

"Beca Mitchell you deserve to be where you are right now and you deserve everything that will happen to you." The voice was vaguely familiar, like I'd heard it before but I couldn't put my finger on it. What I did know was that it was laced with venom. I'd hurt this person, I didn't know when or how but I had. I probably deserved what was to come.
"You're probably wondering how you got here," I would've answered her but the duck tape over my mouth kind of prohibited that. "Well it was a great plot really, one of my best plans." Great the crazy person who kidnapped me has done this before. I thought she might explain how I got there and where I was but I was wrong. She was still behind me and her footsteps told me she was continuing to get closer. She didn't say anything until she was talking straight into my ear, I could hear her breathing. She only said one thing, "lights out bitch." I then felt something collide with the right side of my head. I went blind on that side, immediately and there was enough force that it pushed the chair over. The left side of my head was smacked against the ground. I couldn't even move, my hands were handcuffed and duck taped to the chair and my legs were also duck taped to the chair. I tried to say, "ow" but it was muffled by the tape.
"That was supposed to knock you out you bitch." I tried to return with,
"Yeah well this is the real word not a movie." It turned out as, "mhmmhm mhmmmmm mhmm mhm mhm mhmmmmmmm." I didn't get a response this time she just continued to hit me until everything went even darker, which I didn't realise was possible. I must've passed out. She must've knocked me out.

I woke up to the same situation as earlier only this time I was in comfier clothes. My head was throbbing and I went to check if there was a lump or blood but my handcuffed and duck taped hand wouldn't let me. I still didn't know how I got there but an attention seeking cough followed the clink of the handcuffs letting me know my attacker was still there.
"Now that you're finally awake I can finally tell someone my plan." She sounded excited. "So like..."

Kidnapper's POV

*Possible Trigger Warning

"Almost every time you left your house or looked outside I was there. It had started the day after you brought Chloe home. You would sometimes greet me but would never get an answer in return. I would never even show my face, I just spent my time hidden behind a camera. For months you'd been successful while I was getting over my ex dumping me. The worst part, it was your fault he dumped me, he wasn't over you. He loved you more than he loved me. He chose me and our cat over you when we first got together. He'd proposed to me, he'd told me he loved me but then it all changed when you moved to Cali. I never got to meet you but when he dumped me he said it was because he still loved you. It's your fault all of this is happening and I wanted to make sure you knew that this was all your fault. If he'd of just loved me there wouldn't of been a problem and we wouldn't be here." She tried to talk from underneath the tape, probably to beg for forgiveness but I didn't want to hear it. There was no way in hell I would forgive her for taking the love of my life away. "I eventually got over my initial fear of losing him and decided to make him pay instead. What better way to exact revenge than to hurt the girl he chose over me? But don't worry I won't kill you, I made sure the drug dosage wouldn't kill you. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll probably want to kill yourself." She tried to talk and I was sick of her mumbling so I walked in front of her and ripped the tape off. "What are you trying to say Mitchell?" Around her mouth was all red from the tape and I thought she might beg me to let her go or forgive her but I will admit that she surprised me with what she said.
"Jokes on you, I already want to kill myself." The glint in her eye worried me a little but there's no way she could handle what I was going to do. 'She may be a challenge to break but it would only end up worse for her.' She was cocky, too cocky so I had to knock her down a step or two. I grabbed her hair and pulled it down so she was staring into my eyes.
"Look girl you will regret ever stealing him away from me -"
"I don't even know who he is." I released her hair and slapped her before grabbing her shirt and bringing her towards me.
"Did I say you could speak?" I couldn't believe how disrespectful she was being  even after I was kind enough to let her talk. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, I have been watching you and finding out your weaknesses for months. How, you ask? Well I'll tell you, I got a job. My boss is this lovely young woman called Emily." I knew she was surprised, who wouldn't be? She thought one of her oldest, most loyal friends had betrayed her.
"No not Emily, you leave her alone." This girl was loyal, I had to give her that but since she kept talking out of line I had to punish her. First I slapped her and then I put some more tape over her mouth.
"Learn to speak in turn alt girl. As for the day it all went down, it went something like this..."