Just a thought in Time: contest book

Locked Up

I groaned as I sat up. My head and throat hurt. My shirt felt sticky but I wasn't sure what from. It was dark in here, I could hear water dripping somewhere and the scurrying of small critters. I have to get out of here. Where ever I am. I stand and take a few steps. No one hears me. I gamble and take the chance to rush the spot where a door would logically be but the rattling of chains and a pull on my neck yanks me back, hitting the floor. "What the?"

"Keep quiet." a harsh voice that sounds parched of water came from a spot not too far away.

"What?"

"If you move too much they will come beat you."

I touch my neck, there is some kind of metal collar there. It's tight but not by much. Why didn't I  notice this earlier?  I lean back against the wall. The room is dark...but there is a little bit of light coming from a teeny tiny window. The one who spoke...a man. He appears to have a collar on him as well. Absolutely stunning...even with the mashed up hair and swollen eye. He's dressed pretty fancy, looked like a nice suit but I can't be sure.

"What's your name?" He shifts slightly, the chains rattling softy as he leans forward. "I haven't had anyone to talk to in a while."

"Hannah. Hannah Browning." I squint my eyes to see better, I was right. It was a very fancy suit. "Wait...aren't you...that CEO's kid that was kidnapped?"

"Scott Wainwright. Yes, I am." He sighed

"I don't understand. Why am I here?"

"I..." his head snaps around as the door scrapes open.

"Oh look! You're both awake!" Two men laugh. "How's that head of yours sweetheart?" A hand reaches down to touch me and I jerk away. "Well then, I won't be nice then."

"Leave her alone!" Scott lunged forward only to be jerked back.

"Awe how sweet. Protecting a lone woman."

"What do you want with her! I am my father's only child. If he wont pay the ransom for me he won't pay it for her!"

I am snatched up by the collar and promptly sucker punched in the gut. All the air is forced from my lungs and I fall to the ground.

"Ha. Yeah you're right." I lay on the ground gasping for air as these people walk over to Scott. "Did you know that you have a sister?"

"No. I am an only child." He shields his face with his hands as their fists bombard him.

"Actually you do. We hacked your stinking rich father's bank accounts and found out that he had a mistress and paid her off. He has been paying for your little sister's college fund, hiding behind a scholarship."

One of them grabbed me again, "Don't you have a scholarship from the Wainwright Foundation?"

"Well...yeah." My voice is weak, the collar has been pulled tight.

"See. Now we wait and see if daddy-o pays up. Either way, you both are dead."