A/N: I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED, YOU GUYS. SCHOOL SUCKS...but now it's over, so I will continue with this story. I don't know if I will be able to do "daily updates," but I shall try.

Jessica

Slowly and gently, the case was pulled from her head, wisps of hair sticking straight up towards the pillowcase as a result of static. Jessica's eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness of the room.

Finally, her eyes began to roam the room, frantically taking in her surroundings through the brown curtain of hair that had fallen into her face. Jessica's eyes paused on the four men standing in front of her, lingering as she sized them up. They had taken off their masks. "That's brave," she thought." One of them took a couple of steps towards them, preparing to speak.

The man was an average height, maybe six feet. He was in good shape, and his tanned skin complemented his brown eyes and short dark hair well. He couldn't be older than thirty-three, and the tone of his skin told her he may be at least part Mexican. He was handsome, but stood confidently, imposing almost. He was dressed nicely; he had a sense of style. Jessica wasn't entirely sure what to expect from this man.

He smiled, his brown eyes looking around to the people he had kidnapped. "It's nice to meet you all. First off, I'd like to start by informing you that running or fighting will not end well. There are armed men everywhere, and you will be shot before you get anywhere."

Jessica stared back at him, scared, but she tried to hide the fear with her defiant look.

Considering her words carefully as best she could, she cleared her throat.

"Why are we here?" She asked quietly, her mouth very dry.

The man turned his wondering eyes to look at her, and smiled again.

"You'll find that out soon enough…for now, we need to get the introductions out of the way." He replied.

"Tom, get these folks some water, will you?" He called to one of his men, who immediately obeyed, leaving the room.

Jessica turned, craning her neck in an attempt to see who was behind her.

"There's nothing back there for you, keep those pretty blues looking this way." A moment later Tom was back in the room with a case of water bottles, stepping forward and giving it to the man who appeared to be in charge.

"Thank you Tom. Men, we are all set here. I am very pleased with your results, as I knew I would be," he praised them.

The three men nodded, Tom's eyes glancing back one last time at the group of them. Slowly, he followed the other two out of the room, leaving them alone with this man.

Carefully, he placed the case down on the floor next to him and retrieved a single water bottle from it. He walked forward and opened the water bottle, raising it to Jessica's lips.

"Here, take a sip. I'm sure you must be incredibly thirsty after everything that's transpired." He offered.

Jessica hesitated for a moment for and looked to her friends. Becca seemed to be looking around the room, probably for an escape route. Deborah and Hannah watched the man with suspicious looks. Jessica nodded and opened her mouth to accept the cold liquid. The water trickled down her dry, raw throat, bringing a refreshing coolness to her senses and sparking her from her haze just a little.

Once the bottle was empty the man pulled it away from her mouth and placed it on the floor next to the case.

"My name is Oliver." He smiled as he introduced himself to her.

"What are you going to do with us?" Jessica heard Deborah ask suspiciously.

"That's a good question, Deborah," he smirked before turning his body to face her.

Jessica could feel her friend stiffen beside her at the mention of her name.

"How do you know my name? Deborah gasped.

"There are a lot of things I know about you. Each of you."

"But how…we've never met…" Sarah, who had been quietly standing behind Jessica, questioned.

"Let's just say I don't know you well, not yet anyway. But I have enough information to start a conversation with each of you. Besides, there will be plenty of time to get to know each other."

"Someone will save us." Becca stared into his eyes confidently.

Oliver stepped towards her.

"You may think that Becca, but I have taken some of the necessary precautions to ensure that doesn't happen. I went through a lot of trouble to bring you here. I won't give you up easily." He said, his voice growing sterner.

Jessica tried not shiver at his words or from the dark look that had suddenly overcome his face.

"You will be here for as long as it takes, if I have anything to say about it."

Grabbing the long rope that was still attached to her wrists, Oliver picked it up and tossed it to the man who had apparently entered the room unnoticed.

"You know where to take them, don't you John? I have a few things to attend to before the night is through." He said, motioning the other man to lead them away.

John began pulling the rope, leading them out of the room by their wrists.

Oliver watched as they left; a grin on his face the whole time.

Jessica and the others were led down the hallway by the man named John. She did everything she could to get the layout of the building she was in. She looked into rooms as she passed by open doors and climbed stairs, looked out the windows towards the outside where her freedom awaited; anything that could help her when the opportunity to escape presented itself.

While she walked down the halls Jessica realized something. She was in what appeared to be a large compound made up of multiple buildings. The area was well lit, even in the pitch black of the late night.

There were fewer rooms the closer they got, and many of those rooms appeared to be empty or hardly used. He wanted to keep them secluded.

They slowed as they reached the corner of the building, approaching the door to the room that could quite possibly turn into their own personal hell. John turned the knob and led them in. Without saying anything, he closed the door behind them, locking it and leaving them to themselves. This surprised her. Obviously he wasn't too concerned with them getting into trouble or going too far.

She grabbed Hannah and Deborah's hands, and turned from the door to glance over the room. She nearly gasped at what she saw. The room was large, spacious and swanky. It had a bit of everything: 3 couches, comfy chairs, a TV, a table, a computer, a desk, and a large mirror in the centre of the back wall.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, curse. She was so frustrated, she felt so helpless. Never had she felt quite like this, so not in control, so desperate. At the mercy of someone she didn't even know. This wasn't good. This was her worst nightmare.

A/N: I was eating poutine while I wrote this, F.Y.I. My cat is running around the house. I think she's lost her marbles. Literally. She has a couple of marbles that she plays with and I don't think she can find them.