Parker's POV
I groaned starting to wake up, feeling dizzy and had quite a headache, I then started to panic as I realized I was tied to a chair, so I frantically started thrashing around in the chair trying my hardest to get free, but it was no use. I wanted to cry, how was anyone from my group supposed to find me when I didn't even know where I was. I put my head down sulking but soon jumped hearing the door open, I kept my gaze down hoping that they would just go away, but I heard a set of feet approach me and start to drag a chair across the floor. They brought the chair in front of me and sat down lifting my face to look at him. He had a smug look on his face with a toothpick in his mouth.
"Hi there." He spoke taking the toothpick out of his mouth and had a rather husky voice. He then reached out and I thought he was going to hit me so I flinched. Instead he merely touched me making me look at him, shaking a bit, and he brought his hand back, "you're bleeding." He spoke and looked out of the room. "WHICH ONE OF YOU HIT HER?" He yelled making me jump and tremble. I heard a set of footsteps come in, I was to afraid to turn in my head, so I just listened hearing the voice of the man who knocked me out earlier. "She tried to shoot me boss!" He said defending himself. The guy sitting across from me looked at me for a moment, then back at the guy, "Get your ass out of here, before I do something about it." He demanded, and with that, the set of footsteps faded away. The man sitting across from me lifted my face making me look at him, "I've just got a question for you, just one and then I'll let you go, that's all." He says to me with a small grin. "Where are your people." I couldn't help but stiffen up when he had asked that. "I..I'm sorry but I can't tell you that." I replied back to him and looked away. I could tell he wasn't happy with my response because from the corner of my eye I saw him toss the toothpick he had onto the floor. "Well if you're going to be like that, I guess you're just going to stay right here." He said bluntly as he got up from his seat and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I let a small sigh escape my lips and closed my eyes. What have I gotten myself into.
??? POV
I grumbled to myself as I closed the door and punched the wall, I must've punched it rather hard too because my hand was already starting to bruise from it. "She's the first person that we've found in months!" I say to the guys, "I don't know what to do if she doesn't tell me where her people are.." I rant as I pace around a little. "Well..Boss." One of the guys pipe up. "You could taunt her with things..Like food or water until she gives in." He spoke, and I looked at him, "well, looks like you actually do have a couple bright ideas," I spoke chuckling a little.
Chris' POV
At this point the sun was starting to set, and I was getting worried about Parker, she should've been back by now. She never takes this long when we send her out. I ran my fingers through my hair, and walked up to the guys at the gate, "do you see her out there?" I asked, and one of them looked over at me shaking her head. "no lover boy, we haven't." She spoke making my face heat up a bit. "I'm just worried about her okay!" I spoke defending myself, we should seriously be sending out a search party, I thought to myself, and then turned walking away. I let a sigh escape my lips as I headed to the house I was sharing with a couple other guys and then made my way to my room closing the door behind me and stripped down, crawling into the bed looking out the window, "please be okay P.." I said to myself and closed my eyes, and started to drift off to sleep for the night.
Parker's POV
I woke up the next day still tied to the chair, I groaned hoping that I had just dreamed what had happened yesterday, but sadly that wasn't the case. I could feel my wrists start to ache from the rope tied around them as well as my ankles. I jumped a little hearing the door open, and just like yesterday the guy who had a toothpick came over and sat in the chair in front of me. Only this time he had a bottle of water. He looked at me as he took a sip of it and then held the bottle out to me. "Would you like some?" He asked, and I looked at him with a confused look, but nodded gently, he started to bring the bottle close to my face to have a sip but then he took it away just as it was hitting my lips. "Not until you tell me where your people are." He stated looking me dead in the eyes. "First of all, I don't know you, second of all you kidnapped me, so why the fuck should I tell you where they are, and lastly go fuck yourself." I said, I wanted to spit in his face too but I felt that was a little to rude. He simply chuckled taking my face in his hand. "My name, is Axel, also known as, your worst nightmare." He said to me sending chills down my spine.
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Survival Of The Fittest
HorrorA story about a girl in her mid twenties goes out for supplies for her group, when she gets captured by another group and questioned.