Change of Heart (A Psych Fan-Fic)

Back In The Game

A/N: Well I would like to know if people are enjoying this story. Debating if I should keep on writing it, I haven’t gotten many readers or reviews on it. So if you would like me to continue, please drop a review. Would make my gloomy day a little brighter,

Chapter 3: Back in the Game

She woke up with a splitting headache, her whole body in pain. She tried to take a deep breath, but her mouth was seemingly taped shut. She instinctively tried to bring a hand to her face to remove the tape that was preventing her from breathing, but found that her wrists were tied uncomfortably behind her back in rough rope. When she tried to move her legs, she realized that her ankles too were tightly bound.

She was trying hard not to panic, afraid she would bring on an asthma attack. So she did the only thing she was taught to do. Take slow and steady breaths. She just prayed they brought her backpack along, just in case she needed her EpiPen.

As her eyes adjusted, she took in her new surroundings. The room was small and dark, except for the one bare light bulb that hung from the center of room. She didn't know how long she was in there, no windows, clocks or anything were on the walls to help her tell the time. Was anyone looking for her? Did they even know she was missing? Someone was bound to report her missing, right?

She looked around the room and realized that she was lying on a damp dirt floor, which wouldn’t help her case with her asthma. There was a flight of stairs that led to a door too sturdy for her to do anything, but was her only ticket out of this horrid dump. The panic was starting to rise once again, how could she take on three guys in this situation? They weren’t just going to let her waltz out of here. She was the daughter of multi-billionaire Chance Worthington.

“Help!” She tried to yell through the gag as she started to thrash around on the floor to loosen her binds. She soon realized that as well as being in pain she was exhausted, half starved and cranky, and she began to quietly sob to herself at the hopelessness of the situation she found herself in.

Her sobbing stopped at the door being unlocked from the outside. She took a deep breath through her nose and realized she was holding it in while she waiting for the door to open. The person that walked in was indeed the man who pointed a gun at her earlier.

He closed the door behind him and she heard it lock again from the outside, probably by one of the other goons that was there at the time she was abducted. She swallowed loudly as her fear grew, beads of sweat running down her forehead. She watched as he stepped in front of her and kneeled down to her level. She started struggling again, but it was a fruitless attempt and ended in her to start crying again from the pain in her wrists. He suddenly grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Calm the fuck down." He hissed and she instantly stilled her movements, but was unable to stop her tears and sobs. "I will untie you if you stay still, so stop fucking crying."

  He pulled her closer to him and leaned to pull a knife out of his boot. “Don’t fucking try anything kid. I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you try to escape, got it?” The malice didn’t go unnoticed in his voice. “Roll on your stomach.” He ordered.

She nodded and did what she was told. She let out a cry as he pulled her arms up and sawed through the rope that was binding them. The relief was instant and she moved her arms to get the feeling back into them. He then rolled her onto her back as removed the rope around her ankles next.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up into a sitting position and made a move towards her face to remove the tape from her mouth. She recoiled from his touch and his eyes harden. His long fingers tangled in her hair and she braced herself for what was next to come. Instead he slowly began to remove the tape from her mouth. She brought her fingers to her mouth to rub where the tape had been and then wiped the tears from her eyes.