And Love Can Change It All

Chapter 7

I was awake, but I felt too weak to open my eyes. Similar to when your alarm goes off, waking you up after only a three hour sleep. So I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't tell where I was, but I wasn't at the beach any more. I couldn't feel any wind, there was no salt water smell in the air. My side ached and I struggled to remember what had happened. After a few minutes it all came back to me, Jared's unconscious body, the broken bottle, the wound in my side. I groaned as a sheering hot pain ran through my side, as if the wound was reminding me it was still there. I managed to open my eyes ever so slightly. It didn't help much. All I could tell is that I was in a room, but it was too dark to see what else was in the room with me. The air tasted damp and stale, it smelt like damp wood, with tinges of burnt wood. This played on my logic. Damp things don't burn. Especially wood.

There was the noise of a door shutting, then two pairs of footsteps. I closed my eyes again. I didn't know who these people were but I could tell they weren't friends. As I pretended to be unconscious, I heard the remains of their already started conversation.
“Think she's okay?”
“Does it matter?”
“Well, she's not awake yet. Should we get her checked out?”
“Hell no, what would she tell them? Besides we're gonna make it worse for her.” There was a silence as I guessed they walked closer, I could feel them beside me and I tried to not move. I concentrated on keeping my breathing steady. One of them put a hand on my stomach and my eyes shot open. I gasped and threw myself up and away from them. I backed away until my back hit the wall. I shivered, both from the cold concrete and the fear that racked through my body. There was a now lit candle flickering away on a small wooden block. From that light I saw that the small room. It appeared to have blood stains up the walls. On one side of the room there was two wooden poles with barbed wire zig-zaging across it. The wire was rusted. Along from that was a hole in the ground, with ropes hanging above it. I didn't know what was in the whole. There was a cage, hanging in the air, the floor of it was made from barbed wire and nails. A small furnace also sat at that side of the room. On the other side there was a steel door, obviously my only way out. There was also an iron maiden in the corner, a door of it hanging open. The nails in it were blunted. I shuddered, fear was a very dominant emotion, I stood staring at the iron maiden, picturing how painful it would be to be impaled with blunt nails. Then the candle was blown out, and I was in blackness again.

Jared's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and a strong confusion. I was lying on the decking to the beach house Amy and I rented. There was blood on the wooden steps and a broken glass bottle. I had no idea how long I was out for, or what had happened. I slowly got to my feet and pushed my way into the house.
“Amy!! Amy are you okay?” I searched the whole house, three times before it sunk in that she wasn't here. I checked the waterfall and all along the beach. I refused to believe that she had left me, but I also refused to believe that she had been taken. I went back the house and found my phone lying on the kitchen breakfast table. I slid it open and found Amy's number, I hit the call button and put the phone to my ear. As it was ringing, I heard her ringtone going off in the other room. I followed it, in hope she was back. Sadly as I walked into her room, her black phone lay on the bed, singing out to me. I ended the call and sit, leaning against her bed. Now I knew she'd been taken. She wouldn't leave without her phone. I didn't know what to do. I'd promised myself I'd look after her and she wasn't here. She's gone, and it's my fault. I started crying then. I felt completely worthless and pathetic. I couldn't care for one girl. A girl I was slowly growing to love and now she was gone. Taken by some lunatic. Crying helpless tears I hugged onto my legs. What could I possibly do to get her back? I could call the police but I don't even know what happened, and it's not been twenty four hours so they wouldn't do anything. I thought about phoning her parents, but they didn't know she was with me. Amy had told them so was away with a few friends from school. Dance class I believe she had lied. I sighed, the whole thing was useless, and forcing myself to stand, I started my search all over again.

Amy POV

I lay in a dark corner in that dimly lit room. I didn't know where the building was, but I couldn't hear the sea so I was far from the beach, far from humanity, from Jarred. I felt the tears build up, I roughly rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. I was shaking, the room was cold. Was I underground? There were people above me. I had heard them walking around. Was this room sound proof or were the people up top involved with the torture here? During the short time I had slept, restless, nightmare filled sleep, someone had added a block of metal, the size of a bed into the torture chamber. I didn't like the look of it, it was also rusted, and it had dark stains of what I could only assume were of blood splattered on it.

The steel door clicked and gracefully swung open, two men walked in. They stood still for a moment, blocking the little light coming from outside. They both were tall and slim, silhouettes in the doorway, light spilling from behind them, cloaking them in a bright blinding aura, just like angels. My heart raced. Where they here to save me? I pushed myself to my feet, eager to get out of this room. The door swung shut, and I was in darkness again. I heard their footsteps as my eyes became accustom to the blackness. I pressed against the wall as they came closer. My heart was in my throat and I didn't want to know what they would do to me.