SRPOV

I'm not sure of the time, as we are underground; there are no tell-tale signs of traffic, animals, or anything. I'm cold, its colder now then when i first awoke; so perhaps its night. The other person, I can't remember her name, is sitting on the bed. I try to think back to what happened before, but I don't recall anything. Judging from the soreness of my neck, a blunt object could have been used.

Sighing, I try to walk over to my only companion here.

"Hey," I whisper softly, "are you awake?" her eyelids flutter so I continue talking. "We need to find a way to get out of here, quickly." Her head rolls to the side, so i gently move it to face me.

"Carmel, the longer you stay sleeping, the less chance we have of survival."

That woke her up. I could see the doubt in her eyes the second they opened.

"I'm scared." She whispers. I want to tell her I am too, but we need to stay brave, the fear we show will only strengthen our captor.

"I know," I whisper softly, and I brush her auburn curls away from her face. "I know." She sits up, and she looks so defeated, I want to be the hero, but i need to see what we're up against.

"Hello." I try to speak bravely, but the quiver in my voice betrays me. "Are you here, can you hear me?" I ask the sick bastard, I know he can hear me.

"Hello Spencer, how lovely to hear from you, it pleases me that you have become acquainted with our little friend." I see Carmel flinch; she obviously hadn't spoken to this man before.

"What is it that you want from us?" I ask him, standing beside Carmel, with my palm on her bare shoulder.

"Perhaps we should have a moment of privacy Spencer, if you look to your left there is a steel door, please wait there a moment for me to collect you."

I see her worried face look at me, and her eyes beg me to stay thinking it's a trap. I smile weakly at her; I think he's working alone. I walk over to the door, and wait patiently.

CPOV

The idiot! Who is stupid enough to walk into something so bloody dangerous! I may not be FBI, but I have seen enough horror films to know that you do not separate from each other. So now i am sitting here, in the daunting silence, knowing, just knowing, something will happen, and here i am, defenceless.

I curl into the corner of the bed, and cuddle into the thin duvet he so 'kindly' provided us. My head knocks against the wall as I desperately try to think. I feel a pain under my arm, and at that moment i am so glad i have a brother in police force.

When he first told me of this ridiculous idea, i went crazy and shouted at him for hours, did he not think i was able to defend myself! Did he think i was stupid enough to get into a situation just like this?

Obviously. But I was so happy he did.

One of the first calls he received was from a girl my age, who had been raped. It totally shocked him and he formed paranoia like worriment for me. He managed to persuade a friend of a friend to insert a tiny blade into one of my bra's, so that if i ever found myself in a situation like this, i had some form of defence. At the first possible opportunity, i was to stab the knife into somebody's eye and run.

Eying up the mirror cautiously, I thought it best not to show my only weapon; I went back to sulking, but feeling much more positive this time; if anyone tried to come in here, I was ready for them.

Now, I had to wait for Spencer.

SPOV

He was crazy. Pure crazy. This idea he had? I was nearly sick. I had to warn Carmel.

What do you think? Something to carry on with?