Hey people! Having a fun Christmas? I was a little bit disappointed because quite a lot of people have read my last two chapters but I've only got 7 reviews ... :(
Hope you enjoy anyway...a little more Zammie in this chap! Tried to make it a little bit longer as well :)
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Previously...
Whilst Brian was snoring almost instantly, it took Cammie several hours to calm her nerves for Zach, before she finally drifted off.
Cammie woke to a loud bang. Instantly resuming a defensive crouch, she scanned the room.
Zach was back. She couldn't see much because of the dim light, but she could just about make out Zach's broad figure being flung into the room by another man, who then banged the door closed behind him.
"Hey... Zach? Are you alright?" Cammie whispered nervously.
Zach started to make his way over to the source of the voice. "Yeah, I'm fine. A bit bruised but nothing serious."
He say down next to Cammie, who instantly put one arm around him and used the other to touch his cheek. "I'm so sorry Zach. I wish I had been there. I wish it had been me. I wish-"
"Hey, I'm fine. I'm glad it was me and not you - I would drive my dad mental worrying about you." They both smiled, thinking about it.
"Anyway, what did you talk to my dad about? It kind of... " he paused momentarily, "put you on the spot a bit. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to desert you with my dad when you had only met each other about 5 minutes earlier!"
They both laughed at the situation they were in.
"We talked about how we first met and about him and Cassandra." Cammie said quietly. "Is he still asleep, by the way?"
Zach looked over. "Yep, completely out."
They sat there in silence for a moment.
"I missed you," Cammie said quietly.
"I missed you more," he replied.
"I'm afraid that's not humanly possible." They both giggled, before Zach pressed his lips to hers and wrapped both of his muscular arms around her waist.
Cammie hadn't realised how much she missed kissing Zach until now. She breathed in Zach's musky scent that he had miraculously managed to keep, even though they had been captive for over a week.
When they finally broke apart, they rested their foreheads against each other.
"I love you," Zach murmured.
"As I love you," Cammie replied.
"I'm tired. Come on, let's go to sleep." Zach shifted himself so that Cammie's head was on his shoulder and his head was resting on hers.
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At lunch time the next day a man burst into their cell, and shouted over-aggressively: "Zachary and Cameron - Cassandra wants to see you."
Reluctantly and a little frightened at what was going to happen, Cammie pulled herself off the floor. Holding Zach's hand tightly, she walked past the man and into the corridor.
Lined up against the wall were three more men in black, two of whom ripped Cammie away from Zach with a lot of effort, and then proceeded to escort her down the hallway. Cammie could hear Zach and the other guards walking behind her - and from all the cursing and shouting she could hear it sounded like he was putting up more of a protest.
After walking through a maze of corridors and elevators and voice recognition points they finally stopped in front of four more huge men. After the men presented ID and were inspected, they were allowed through.
Cammie was lead to the left side of the room and was searched for bugs or anything that might serve as a weapon a little too keenly by one of the guards, before they chained her to a chair and exited through the same door muttering, "Dude, you have a fit girlfriend," to Zach as they passed.
Cammie took in her surroundings. She was seated in a chair in a large room with only one door and no windows. The wall were a sickly green colour - and she might have imagined it but she could swear that some areas were splattered with blood.
About five metres in front of her was Zach, also chained to a chair. He was scowling and fiddling with the chains on his hands. After a while he gave up and looked at Cammie.
"Hey, Cam, don't worry. She won't hurt us." Zach said reassuringly.
Cammie could feel his eyes on her. She tried to let his words soothe her anxiety, but all she could think was : 'you don't know that'.
They waited there for a while, until, finally, the door opened and in walked Cassandra. She was wearing smart trousers and a red jumper - that, Cammie admitted reluctantly - did look good on her.
"Hello Zachary. I trust you slept well?
He ignored her.
"Zachary? We've been through this before. It's impolite to ignore your mother when she is speaking to you."
He still didn't respond. He hadn't even looked at her since she walked in the door.
"Well, since my son is being so rude, Cameron, why don't you go first?" She left no time for Cammie to object. Zach stiffened. "Where is your father, Matthew Morgan? And I know you know, so don't lie to me. I am your future mother-in-law, after all."
"He's dead." She responded. Was this some kind of trick question? Of course she knew that - why would she ask it?
"Is he?"
"What do you mean. Of course he's dead. He has been for 16 years." Cammie's voice rose.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I hear you are dating my son Zachary." Cassandra smiled slyly.
"Yes. Why does it matter?" Cammie responded, a little confused.
"Well, it's just that if Zach doesn't answer my questions we could - how can I put this? - use you to hurt him?"
"No! Don't touch her! I'll kill you!" Zach shouted, straining against his chains.
"I won't touch her Zachary, if you answer my questions. Now, Zach, we'll start off with an easy one. How many guns to they have in Blackthorne?"
Zach looked torn - tell his mother or watch Cammie get hurt?
"Urr...I don't know exactly. They have never told me the overall amount."
Three things happened instantly after the other.
One, Cassandra pressed a sharp knife to Cammie's cheek. Two, Zach threw the chains off his arms which he had managed to undo behind his back. And three, he marched towards Cassandra, revenge gleaming in his eyes.
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