~16 Years Ago~
She was woken by the sound of gunfire echoing the cold, hideous concrete walls. She crawled to a corner, pulling her legs into her chest and covered her head.
She prayed for Natalia to be safe. She hoped the gunfire didn't symbolize the departure of one of the hostages. She would rather herself than Natalia.
Please, anyone but Natalia.
She shuddered as images flashed in her mind of her baby's bloody lifeless body shot to death
She began to cry, whimpers echoed with the gunfire.
She wondered how long she's been down here, or if people were looking for her any more.
What did her dad think? Or her boyfriend?
She had never got the chance to tell him.
More tears escaped her eyes.
The heavy metal door burst open. It was Royce. She sighed with sudden relief.
Royce was the youngest out of the group that took her. He was nearing 21 and has been threatened to do what they say or his daughter would be killed, just like his girlfriend.
The thing about his background was, he understood how she felt. He hated seeing Natalia held hostage too, and promised one day he'll find a way out for her.
She only hoped that today was the day.
"Up." He ordered.
The more time she spent here, she noticed, the more aggressive he seemed to get. She at times questioned if he was really on her side.
She scrambled to her feet, shaking from weakness.
He unlocked the chains to her ankles and grabbed her arms tightly, rushing her out.
There was a lot of gunfire.
"Are we being attacked?" In other words, 'am I being saved?'
He didn't speak, but she knew that meant they were.
He quickly pulled her along the tunnels of concrete. "What about Natalia?"
He growled, "She's somewhere else. Out of here."
Tears threatened to fall, "she's not..."
"No! She's just not here. She's safer."
"Safer, but not safe." She noted. He was quiet.
It was better than this place. Still, there was a pain in her heart.
When will she ever see her again? How will she know she's alright?
They made it to a door and rushed out. It was dark, but not dark enough. Probably morning, maybe 2 or 3 a.m.
He shoved her in a van where three other men she recognized waited.
Ahmad Sasaki, one of the older and more scarier, perverted man of the group. He was around 40 years old and always held the most anger.
Then, Thomas Stagner. He was in his early 30's and like Royce, started out as the innocent victim. Blackmailed, forced into this mess to protect his family. But then, he began to like the feeling of control. He was also another pervert, but not as terrifying as Ahmad.
Finally, Doctor Conrad Sickler. Just a corrupted doctor that fantasizes about harvesting our organs. He was the man you would see before 3 days and nights of torture.
Dr. Conrad, as he forced his victims to call him, smiled his bright, evil smile. Every time he smiled, I could feel my heart sink in fear.
He pulled out a sharp needle, thrusting it into my skin.
Darkness took over, and I fell in a heavy sleep.