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Chapter 11 - Escape Route

*Jason's P.O.V

This list feels like it's never ending, and after scouring through all the possible abandoned factory buildings, in which y/n could be held in. Absolutely overwhelmed by the list, I didn't know how I was going to find the exact one that woman was talking about, but I couldn't give up. I just had this feeling that I was close, and if I just left it to the police officers, who knows if they were going to find anything. After listing specific factories, that were within a couple miles radius of y/n's apartment is, I then moved onto searching around their hometown. Finally, tracking roughly from the guy's social media accounts, where he had been for the past few months. But even after narrowing it down so much, I still have pages full of possibilities, and no way to decipher which one it could be.

With no descriptions, images or people that have witnessed anything, it would be down to potluck whether I would pick the right one. After all, the only people that have seen him in one of the factories, was him and y/n.

I decide to look through the images of each of the factories, scanning through each of the websites available, in order to move forward in my search for y/n. Picking at each individual detail, hoping I would find something that linked them to him, even looking at the backgrounds of the images.

That's when I came across an image of a factory, that was located only a couple of miles from where he supposedly lived, it was an old cigarette factory that is in the midst of being torn down. The picture of the factory initially caught my eye, it looked strange, but I thought nothing of it. On the website, it said it was being used as storage for the company's last stock, my question is why would anyone go in there? There was a group of people that were photographed walking into the building from the back exit, I zoom into their faces to see if I recognised any of them. Most of the faces came up blurry, but there was one face that I could see a relatively good amount of his features, I recognised him from somewhere, but I couldn't figure out where I'd seen him before.

That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks, I'd seen him at the red carpet the day I met y/n, he was standing in the background wearing a thick black coat. I remember thinking he was a bodyguard or a security guy, because of the way he stood there staring at us. He just looked like he was keeping an eye on the crowd, ready to control the situation if something went wrong.

What is he doing at this abandoned factory though?

After using a face-recognition app on my computer, only a few of results show up on the search engine, a couple being the same factory. He had been pictured there on multiple occasions, sometimes on his own, and others being with different groups of people. Then moving over to the websites that the app had linked to, I scrolled down to see a Facebook profile link, after clicking on it his face instantly pops up at the top in the profile picture.

That is also when I notice in his friends list, he is connected to y/n's ex, and a couple of other guys that look similar to people in the pictures.

It creeped me out looking at his profile picture, he didn't smile in any of the photos he has posted, nor the ones he has been tagged in. What is this guy's problem?

But that doesn't matter right now, I know where they are, and I need to get there fast to get y/n.

*Y/N's P.O.V

I had been stuck here for days, in the exact same position, bounded to the chair with no food or water. The only thing they have let me do is use the toilets, but even then, I was escorted buy two men who were watching me the whole time to stop me from doing anything.

I felt sick to my stomach, with no visibly easy way out of this, I decide to fight my way out. I ask one of the creepy guy's if I can go to the toilet again, he just rolled his eyes and gestured to another guy to help him out. We then walk the same route to the toilets, each of them with a painfully tight grip on my wrists, not once did they take their eyes off of me.