Mind Control

Flash Drives

I wake up feeling like that woman in the Advil commercial who has people jackhammering at her head. I'm naked, and lying on the floor.

I get up and wince at the pain that shoots through my head. Looking over, I see a naked William sprawled across the sofa. His features are soft and for once, there is no worry etched on his face.

Well, crap. My father would be so proud of me now. Getting drunk and sleeping with my kidnapper. Is he really the bad guy though? What's his relation with the Seven Hands?

Contemplating all this is giving me an even bigger headache, so I put on William's shirt and walk to the kitchen. After I have a glass of water, I find I'm parched, so I'm chugging down water as William walks up behind me.

"Morning," he says sleepily.

"More like afternoon," I reply dryly, glancing at the clock; 12:15. "God, this is a killer hangover,"

"But that was some killer sex," he winks, leaning in to kiss me.

"Ugh, get away from me! You smell of alcohol and morning breath. Not a pleasant combination, mind you!" I scrunch up my face.

"You and hangover mornings; not a pleasant combination, mind you!" he mocks. His phone rings just as I'm about to reply. Running across the room, he picks it up.

"Sorry, we were busy," he smirks. "Seyta, just tell me when and where. Okay, but on one condition. You and I have some time alone, to catch up," He pauses. "What do you mean, why? You're my sisterand you've been dead to me for two years now! I want to know how you've been!" His nostrils flare. "Yeah, make them ride together. God knows they need to work together if we're going to crack the code,"

"What was that about?" I ask cautiously after he puts his phone away.

"I'm going for a shower. I'll have someone bring clothes up here. We're out of here in an hour, got it?" he says quickly, already making his way to the bathroom.

There is only one shower in the room, so I watch the episode of Game of Thrones I was watching last night when I was so rudely interrupted.

IreallyloveJonSnow, I think, engrossed in the show. I'm so engrossed, in fact, that I don't notice William in the room until he stands in front of the television.

"What the hell?" I protest, gesturing for him to move. "Get out of th-"

"It's been forty five minutes since we last talked. I came out of the shower thirty minutes ago. Why in hellare you still here, smelly and disgusting?" he scowls.

My eyes widen in realization. "Oh,"

"Lydia," he says, rubbing his forehead. "Go. Get. Ready,"

I get up and head to the bathroom, afraid of what he will do if I don't. I scrub myself clean and brush my hair in twenty minutes; that must be a record for me. I put on the gray ripped jeans and black v-neck T-shirt that were brought for me and head outside.

"Hey William, do they have any makeup? Eyeliner maybe, or mascara? Anything works," I call out.

"You look gorgeous, we need to leave," he says mechanically, grabbing two backpacks. He throws one to me as he ties his laces.

"Where are we going? And what was that you mentioned about some code yesterday on the phone?" I start asking.

He forces me into the sofa and quickly slips on my combat boots. Throwing me over his shoulder, he takes once glance around the room before running down the hall and into elevator, where he puts me down.