~The day is going unbearably slow. My wrists are bloody from struggling against the thick ropes. I'm slipping in and out of consciousness, I'm dehydrated.
Where is everybody? Were they abducted, too? If not they left me here to rot? Am I on my own now? What if this is it? Will I die here? I have to pull through. What if the others are in trouble? They might be depending on me.
I'm very tired, but I need to stay awake. I'm sitting in a room, more like a fridge by how cold it is. There's no light. I'm tied a wall, dangling by my arms. There's a solid metal object by me. I tried moving it but I'm too weak. I need a plan.
The door was kicked open, I jumped. It's still dark in here. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, pretending to be asleep. ~
So much for figuring out a plan. A light flicked on, loud footsteps echoed throughout the room. There's more than one person? Two sets of footsteps.
"Is she unconscious?" one deep voice asked. A mans deep voice.
"No shit, Sherlock," the other man said sarcastically. The voice was almost familiar.
"Well let us awaken her, then," he replied.
Knuckles connected with my cheek and my neck whipped to the side. My eyes shot open, as I cried out in pain. Did he backhand me? That's surely going to leave a bruise.
"What did you do!?!" one man sneered
harshly. "Boss said not to hurt a hair on her head till he talks to her first."
"Oh she's not getting off the hook that easy," he chuckled. "It's time for payback, she put up quite a struggle," he continued, "Have you seen Cole's face? She kicked him in the jaw, it's broken," he glared at me with a smirk. "She can't break anyone's jaw while she's tied up like that," he trailed.
My heart was pounding so loudly, I'm sure even they could hear it. There's a knot in my throat, making it hard to breathe. I've been beaten and bruised all week, they kept me locked inside a cell. I haven't had any food in almost a week, no water either. My mouth is so dry, my lips are cracked and bleeding.
"I don't know, man," the other trailed. "Boss didn't know she was locked in here, and he doesn't sound too happy about it," he sighed.
The man didn't listen to his friend's warning, and punched me square in the nose. The back of my head hit the wall. Everything's blurry, my head is spinning. My scalp burns, I feel blood trickle down my neck. Black spots appear in my vision.
I hear voices, but I can't make them out. My ears ring as everything slowly goes black.
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