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CHAPTER 2

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Prue groaned softly as she blinked her eyes open and tried to piece together in her hazy mind where she was and what had happened.

She felt tired and confused, and the more she thought about it, very scared. The last thing she remembered was trying to hold her eyes open as the man whose car she had gotten into spoke softly to her. She thought he was trying to be comforting, but how could he be when he was the one who had drugged and kidnapped her?

Prue dragged herself up to a sitting position. Her arms shook as she pulled herself up. Was she that exhausted? Or was that a side effect of whatever drug she'd been given? Of course, it could have been from the fact that she was utterly terrified right now.

She looked around herself, trying to figure out where she had been taken and whether or not escape was going to be easy. It seemed she was sitting on a poorly-made bed in what honestly looked like a jail cell. Two of the walls were made of bricks. The other two were vertical bars. The door was closed and probably locked.

Swallowing, Prue looked through the bars separating her cell from a hall of sorts. A man sat there, almost as though he was a guard. It wasn't Nickolas...

Had she been taken to jail? She knew Grams always said to absolutely never get into a car with a stranger, but was it illegal to do so? Surely not... Surely if a policeman did find her, drugged and passed out in a strange man's car, he would have been arrested, not her. This couldn't be an actual jail. That wouldn't make sense.

She stared at the stranger sitting in the hall. He was paying no attention to her. Part of her wanted to ask this man what was going on, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself. Anyone who would guard a jail cell while a kidnapped girl was being held there couldn't have good intentions. So she held as still as she could, hoping her lack of movement would keep him from noticing she was awake, as she silently observed the man.

The guy was looking down at a very old looking book. She couldn't see his face very well, but it definitely wasn't the same man as before. This one looked heavier. Not exactly overweight, but just larger - so much muscle that it looked like sliding his huge arms through the sleeves of the t-shirt he was wearing would have been a chore. His upper arms were thicker than her thighs.

Prue's breath caught in her throat as the guy looked up from his book. His eyes met hers and she felt herself shaking even more than before. A flicker of fear shone in his eyes as well. She wasn't sure she could make any sense of it, but she didn't care. Him being scared for whatever reason was nothing compared to the terror clenching her heart as the two of them stared wordlessly at each other.

"D-do you want water or anything?" The man asked. Despite his huge, hulking size, he still sounded nervous.

Prue swallowed hard and shook her head. Her throat felt dry. She was really thirsty... but the last time she'd accepted a drink from a stranger, it had led to this. She wasn't making that mistake again.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked. "Nick'll be coming back soon..."

Prue frowned. Of course she wasn't comfortable, and she didn't want Nickolas to come back. "Where am I?" She finally demanded.

The man opened his mouth, but closed it again without answering.

"Answer me!" Prue demanded, standing up from the bed and staring with confusion as the man took a step back. Was he scared of her? Why on earth would he be?

"Y-you can ask Nick when he gets back..." He breathed, still staring at her like he expected her to shoot lasers at him with her eyes.

"I'm asking you." She went on, feeling more powerful now. Regardless of the fact that this guy could kill her with one hand tied behind his back, he didn't seem so threatening at the moment. "Let me go." She tried. If he was scared of her for whatever reason, maybe just demanding freedom from him would be enough.

He shook his head.

"What's your name?" Prue asked.

"Um... Otto?" He sounded uncertain.

"Well, Otto..." She took a step forward. "Open this door and let me go. Or else." She glared at him.

"I knew this was a bad idea..." Otto grumbled to himself. "I told Nick I'd have to do this..."

Prue felt her chest grow cold as Otto produced a key from his front shirt pocket and unlocked the cell's door. It couldn't possibly be this easy... She was quickly proven right, unfortunately, when Otto didn't open the door and step aside. Instead, he entered the cell and stepped toward her, raising his hands defensively.

"Don't try anything..." He spoke to her as though she was a dangerous, violent criminal. She noticed him pull handcuffs out of one of his pants pockets.

Prue's mouth fell open and she sucked in a panicked gasp as she took a step back.

"Just stay calm. There's more than me here. Even if you get past me, there's more..." Otto spoke as he closed in on her.

Shaking her head, Prue backed up until she hit the hard wall behind her. She grimaced and breathed in and out shaking breaths. He had left the cell's door open. Maybe she could run past him and escape.

She didn't have long to think about it. He was approaching quickly but cautiously. She needed to take her chance now...

Darting as quickly as she could toward the door, Prue gasped as she felt two giant hands wrap around her upper arms and pull her back, slamming her down onto the mattress of the cell's cheap bed. She whimpered as she felt him jerk her arms roughly back behind her and snap the handcuffs in place around her wrists.

Otto's hand pressed hard against the back of her head as his other hand held one of her wrists in a bruising grip. He was practically sitting on her legs to help hold her down too.

"Please stop!" Prue sobbed as she squeezed her eyes shut. His weight on her thighs and hands on her arm and head were hurting her. He was so strong, and so heavy. This had turned around so fast...

"Don't try anything." He warned again in a growling voice as he released his grip on her arm and reached for the pillow on the bed.

"I won't!" Prue gasped breathlessly. "I won't do anything... I- I promise! Please stop! You're hurting me! Please!"

"I don't mean to hurt you, but you're acting erratic." Otto went on, one-handedly wrestling the pillow case off of the pillow near her head.

"What?" Prue asked in a shaking voice. How the hell was she the one acting erratic here?

He pulled the pillow case free and slid it over her head before yanking her up off the mattress and dragging her across the cell.

"What are you going to do?" Prue whimpered. She couldn't see anymore.

"Gonna make sure you stay still and that you don't fucking try anything." Otto sounded much less frightened now. He just sounded mean.

Prue bit back a sob as she felt him lower her less than gently to the floor, shoving her toward the wall of bars and holding her in place there with a large hand against her collar. As if she was going to try to fight back or run off at this point... She couldn't even see.

She felt him wrapping something that felt like a bed sheet around her chest and behind her, obviously tethering her to the cell bars. He wrapped it around and around her several times so that she was tied firmly in place against the bars. He had even wrapped the sheet once around her neck, so that she could barely move at all. Now that the pillow case didn't have much of an air supply coming to it, Prue was starting to feel even more panicked. She could barely breathe.

She yanked her legs away as she felt Otto's hand on her thigh. "Don't touch me!" She screamed.

"I'm fixing your dress." He growled, grabbing her legs with hard hands and pulling them back down against the floor. She felt his fingers grip the material of her skirt, which had ridden up during their struggle.

She felt her lip tremble as his hands remained on her skirt longer than she felt was necessary to smooth it down. She felt his thumbs rubbing the dress's material over her thighs.

"Let go!" She screamed even more frantically and pulled her legs up again, drawing them close against her chest.

Otto laughed. "Not so powerful now, are you?" He mocked, grabbing her legs again and pinning them down with his massive weight.

Prue choked out another sob as she felt his hands on her thighs again, directly on her skin. She never had been powerful... He was just acting scared for whatever reason and she'd run with it. It wasn't her fault the guy made no sense.

"Get your hands off of me!" Prue screamed, her voice hoarse as she screamed as loud as possible. "Help me! Somebody! Please!"

"Shut up." Otto growled, moving one hand up to her throat and squeezing threateningly.

Prue choked under his hand as she felt the fingers of his other hand still on her leg rubbing slowly back and forth. "I-" Prue stammered "Can't... breathe..." Tears flowed down her cheeks as she tugged uselessly at her bound wrists.

"Then stop screaming." Otto whispered as he leaned his face very close to hers, but let go of her throat, running his hand down her chest and back toward her thigh.

Prue could only shake in fear as more sobs wracked her body. She knew Otto wanted her to be quiet, but this wasn't something she could help. She couldn't understand what was happening. One man, charming and deceptive had taken her... and now she was in a jail cell, tied up with an entirely different man hurting her. Why had the first man brought her here?

"Otto!" An angry voice boomed from somewhere behind her. She felt the man's hand move off of her bare thigh and quickly up to the material of her dress. He tugged it down and rested his hands on top of her now-covered legs.

"Nick..." Otto sounded nervous again. "She was being hostile..."

"She's a sixteen year old girl!" Nickolas's voice growled as Prue heard his footsteps moving toward the cell. "Otto, you fool... You're practically strangling her with this... What are you thinking?" She felt more gentle hands untangling the sheet from around her neck and reaching for the pillowcase covering her face.

"Nick! Don't take that off. She's gonna-"

"She doesn't have her powers, you moron!" Nickolas's voice growled. "How many times need I say it? Get out of here. I'll take her from here."

"You don't know that..." Otto sounded uncertain. "It could be a trap..."

"If she had powers, I'm sure she would have used them on you while you were attacking her." Nickolas exhaled tiredly. "Go, Otto. Now."

Prue felt herself shaking as she heard the larger man leave. She felt Nickolas slide the pillowcase up over her head. As he worked on untangling the sheet Otto had wrapped securely around her chest, Prue stared into his eyes, the same charming, gentle eyes as before... but she wasn't fooled this time.

"Sorry about that." Nickolas exhaled tiredly as he reached around her and put his hand on her wrists... He closed his eyes and breathed out again. "I'll have to call Otto back... He must have the key-"

"No!" Prue blurted. "Don't call him back..." She added in a tiny voice.

"Honey, your hands are handcuffed behind you... You're going to have to stay that way until I get the key from him." Nickolas offered a sympathetic smile.

"Th-then go get it..." Prue suggested. "Don't let him come back in here... Please..."

Nickolas stared down at her and frowned. She held her breath as he moved his hand up toward her face and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry if he hurt you, Prue. That wasn't part of the plan." He told her.

Prue swallowed nervously. "The plan?"

With a sigh, Nickolas shook his head. "Let me go get that key and then we'll talk..."

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