Chapter 2
Jo awoke lying on her side, cramped into a small space. It was dark and from what she could gather she was in the boot of a moving car. The sharp pain she had felt on her head earlier had been replaced by a numb, buzzing sensation.
As she went to raise her hand towards the tender spot on her head, she realised that her hands were still firmly tied behind her back. Jo let out a sigh. 'Why did I decide to become an agent for MI5 in the first place' she thought to herself. 'I had a good career going for me as a journalist, I should of stuck to what I knew best.' She pondered upon this thought for a while thinking of how her life might have turned out if only she pursued the career she wanted for so long only to turn it down for a 'better' offer. She wouldn't be stuck in this car not knowing what would happen to her…or would she?
After what seemed like an age, Jo felt the car finally grind to a halt. The doors slammed behind her. A key was put in the lock and a soft click signalled the boots openening. As it opened, light poured into the back of the boot causing Jo to squint as the sudden increases of light dazzled her. Two pairs of hands grabbed her and raised her out of the car. Through her squinted eyes, Jo could see she was being escorted towards a shabby, deserted-looking building in the clearing of woodland. Her escorts were the same men from last night.
"God, I must have been out for a while." As she was led into the building, she stumbled and fell over a stick issuing a terrible thud. With her hands still bound, she was unable to cushion her fall.
"Get up!" growled one of the men forcing her to her feet. Jo stood still a while trying to regain feeling in her body.
"Keep walking!" the man barked, and though her body ached with pain, she obliged.
They entered the building and continued walking until they reached the far side of the room. Jo's captives opened a door and pushed her in, letting her fall upon the floor again and kicking her repeatedly. Once satisfied that she couldn't cause much trouble, they turned and left, slamming the door and locking it behind them. Jo slowly managed to move herself so she was propped up against the wall in the corner of the room.
As the pain subdued, Jo's attention was once again drawn to her current situation. Her pulse quickened at the thought of what might happen. Jo searched her mind, digging into the deepest corners trying to work out who the people were that had abducted her and what they could possible want with her.
With only the unknown to happen and left alone with only her thoughts for company, her mind ran wild with vivid and surreal ideas. Too frightened to go to sleep, Jo forced her eyelids to remain open. In the distance she could hear the muffled sounds of voices but they were hard to decipher owing to the deep tinking noise caused by water dripping slowly onto some metal pipes.
