| Chapter Two
Rory blinked her eyes as she came into conciseness. She looked around the room in confusion, unsure of where she was. She was lying on a cot, with a blanket pulled over her. It suddenly dawned on her what happened. �I�ve been kidnapped,� Rory said in disbelief as she remembered the hand that had clamped over her mouth. She had no idea how long she had been out. She quickly got out of the make shift bed, discovering that her shoes were missing. She went over to the only door in the room, to see if she could open it. It was locked. Rory went over to another door on the other wall, this door did open. It led to a dark room. She felt along the wall for a light switch. Finding one she flipped it, but felt all her hope melt away at the sight before her. All that was in there was a toilet and a sink. Going back into the main room, she started feeling fear seize her, as she noticed that there were no windows. No way out. Glancing around the room, she took in all of her surroundings. There was not much in the room. Only the cot that she had slept on with an old blanket and pillow on it, then a small folding table in the middle of the room, with two folding chairs. Rory could feel herself starting to feel panicky. She went over to the cot, lying down on it, and wrapping herself in the blanket. She tried as hard as she could to hold back the tears as she wondered if she would ever see her mother again. Her grandparents. Heck even Dean, even though they had broken up just two weeks before hand. She soon found herself drifting back to sleep, as a single tear ran down her face. - Rory�s eyes flew open at the sound of the door opening. She looked over to it, to see a man with a stocking hat over his face coming in with a tray. He glanced over at her, before placing the tray of food on the table. �Why,� Rory said in a shaky voice. She paused to gain more control over her voice before continuing. �Why am I here?� He paused by the door. �Don�t worry, you shouldn�t be here long. In the mean time, is there anything I can get for you?� �Just let me go home,� Rory answered, glaring at him. He nodded, before leaving. Once shutting the door behind him and locking it, Tristan pulled the mask off. He sighed, shaking his head before heading back upstairs. - Once the door shut behind her kidnapper, Rory tentatively got off the cot, with the blanket wrapped around her. She noticed on the tray was a sandwich, bag of chips, and a coke. She lifted the bread of the sandwich up trying to see if they might have put something more in it. Trying to drug her. Not wanting to risk it, knowing that she needed to be clear minded if she was going to escape from here, Rory decided to forgo the sandwich. She did eat the chips and drink the pop though, as both were in sealed packages, that did not look tampered with. She figured that the kidnapper must not have wanted to kill her, why else would he hide his identity? However it made her cringe at the thoughts of what he might want to do... Once she finished eating, Rory went back to her cot, lying down. How was she suppose to pass the time in here? The kidnapper had said she would not be here for long, but how long is that? And why did they take her? Did they mistake her for someone else? She could not be who they wanted. This must be a case of mistaken identity. |
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