Kim's POV

Your nightmare is about to start. Your nightmare is about to start. These words have rung in my ears ever since Daniel said them. He had promised not to hurt me physically, and yet he hurt me so much while keeping his promise. If it weren't for the chains, I would have knocked him unconscious by now and escaped. You're weak. You're loosing control of your own life. The only time this nagging voice inside my head was when I talked to Jack. I wondered if it was possible to fall in love with a voice. Or maybe it was Jack? I didn't know how to feel. The only clear thing I felt was the worry for the ones I love. Guilt. I could have broken free.

"What are you so happy about?" Daniel had said. I had whirled around, seeing an unfamiliar face. He stroke my cheek, muttering "You're the one." He finally stroke down to my chin, firmly pushing and keeping it there for 30 seconds, and I blacked out. I had woken up here, and had been miserable ever since.

The last statement wasn't exactly true, I wasn't miserable when I talk to Jack. I feel comfortable and free to speak my mind. I wonder if Jack felt the same way. Probably not, he just thinks of me of a poor captured girl. I'll show him. I'll break free and meet him. I felt my fierceness, my spirit.

"Hello, Kim." A male voice said. "You chose a bad time, Daniel. If you don't let me go right now, I swear I'll-"

"You'll what? Kim? Kill me here and now? You are chained, with nothing here that can possibly break you free. I would like to set you free, truly I do, but if I did, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I need justice. I need to know that I'm avenged."

"Then hit me, kick me, Kill me, do anything so I can leave!" I screamed. "You are causing me more pain than you know keeping me here!"

Jack's POV

It was finally time to start our plan. We had just walked outside of Sushi Rox and we were going back to Room 101 to hang out before 3 a.m. hit and double-check our supplies. Grace unlocked the blue door and we all went in. I laid down on Kim's bed, inhaling the sweet smell of roses. Claire and Grace laid in their beds, Grace on top, Claire on bottom. Jerry and Milton sat on bean bags. "Okay, everyone collected food, right?" Milton asked. Everyone got up and put all the food we brought in a pile. There was a mountain of potato and barbecue chips and bottled water, two boxes of sugar cubes, three bags of rice, and a jar of honey. "Who brought the honey and rice?" Jerry asked. "Me," Milton said, "Rice is a reasonable and fast meal. Honey will add flavor to the rice, and it won't spoil. Let me guess, Jack, you brought the sugar cubes." I looked down guiltily. "Just one." I admitted.

"I brought the other. It won't spoil, and it tastes good, so..." Grace says. "Guys, this is all food that won't go bad and is edible. We should be good for at least eight days. This is good!" Claire lightly said. I glanced at Kim's digital clock. It was already 12:35! "Hey, I'm getting tired," Milton reported. "Do you guys have any soda?" Grace climbed down the ladder and crouched down at the mini fridge. She tossed one on her bed to drink later, and gave everyone else one too, knowing that everyone else was getting tired too.

"Hey guys, I've got a really scary ghost story, if you want to hear it." Jerry said evilly. "Yeah, let hear it!" We all said enthusiastically. As the story got to the scarier part, Grace climbed down the ladder and sat in the beanbag with Jerry, snuggling up to him. He smiled down at her and continued his story. At the end of the story, everyone was scared out of their mind, Grace was sitting on Jerry's lap, and I scrambled to turn on Kim's table lamp. Claire turned on the floor lamp next to a closet. While she was up on her feet, Claire grabbed Grace's arm and walked her over to her bed, sat her down and gave her a fuzzy pink pillow to hug. Grace scowled at her and Claire whispered something to her. After that, Grace just laid down, propping her self up on her elbow, making no effort to go back to Jerry. Jerry must have gotten to Claire... Come to think of it, Claire hasn't really said much to Jerry. Typical Jerry, always a player.

"Okay everyone..." I say, trying to break the ice. "I want to ask you something, but first I want to tell you a story. When I got back to my dorm the first day Kim called, Dean Gillespie hadn't seemed shocked at all. I had to remind him to call the police, and I still don't know if he has. He just didn't seem worried and I put him on the phone with her, and luckily I saved her number, because he hung up. You don't think he has anything to do with her kidnapping, do you?"

Hey hey, everybody! Hoped you enjoyed! I love you all, and I hope you'll tell me what you think or if you have any ideas for the story. Also, Chloe10019, you must have READ MY MIND! All that stuff you said is what I've thought I was going to write in the future! You're definitely a physic!

-Olivian101