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Rope

*Teagan*

I stared outside half the night waiting for the first sign of daylight. When the sky became slightly orange in the distance I peered over the side of the bed to make sure Sam wasn't awake and then looked outside to confirm that no cars were parked in the driveway.

Cautiously making my way to the front door I pulled one of the three remaining bobby pins out of my hair just in case there was a lock.

There weren't any combination locks or padlocks keeping the door from opening. Yeah the alarm would go off but maybe I could get far enough away to ask someone for help or a ride.

Just as I was bracing myself for a screeching alarm to go off, a click sounds behind me.

"Step away from the door."

I spin around to come face to face with the barrel of a pistol. Sam leans over my shoulder to lock the door again and pulls me away from it by grabbing my injured wrist. I cry out in pain as he pulls me over to the couch and forces me to sit.

"What the hell? I thought you said you didn't want to be here any more than me?" I seethe, cradling my right arm.

His almost sarcastic laugh held no humor, "you really believed what I said was true? I was just testing you to see exactly how gullible you are. Turns out you're easier to lie to than a five year old."

I think I realized that by now after reading those files. I narrow my eyes at him, making him gulp and look away, only to turn back twice as angry,

"Stop trying to do that look. It doesn't work on anyone as much as you think it does."

Why did both Davne and Sam say that? Have they never gotten glared at by someone before?

I look at him with a confused expression, making him scowl and pull me back up.

"You're goin' back into the grey room, only this time it'll be the other wrist."

He walks over to the end table and opens up a drawer, pulling out a length of rope.

"Those handcuffs are too easy to unlock. There's no getting out of this," the next thing I know my hands are being tied behind my back. He didn't tie rope around my wound, probably because he couldn't see where it was from the gauze wrapped around it.

Sam pushes me back into the grey room and pulls out another piece of rope to tie my feet together.

The entire time I'm hoping that Jordan or someone knows where I am and will come to get me soon. He pushes my shoulders down so that I'm seated on the floor.

Then he crouches in front of me and strokes my cheek.

"It's a shame that such a pretty face has to be so disobedient."

I spit on his face which makes him utter an inhuman sound and move toward the door.

"Have a nice time with no heat." He spits out before slamming the door shut.

Only then did I realize that I'm still in the tank top and shorts I wore when I fought James.

Little did I know that the next five days would be the most torturous thing I've endured.