Sweet Dreams

When the car finally stopped, he dragged Sam and Caitlin inside, and threw them into a room. There was one double bed, and a bathroom through the door. Like a hotel, Sam thought, sickened. Caitlin was stood, her back pressed against the door and her face fearful.

"I can't…" she whispered. "I thought I'd cope, for Jessie's sake, so he wouldn't go after her… but I can't."

Sam followed the girl's vision to the bed. She could tell the girl was thinking of what would happen there. And only too many times had a patient been in her care, after something like this had gone badly wrong. The more she thought about it, the less she could stand being in that room.

"You know what? I don't think I can, either."

"What can we do?" Caitlin sighed.

"Look around. See what we can use to GET OUT."

…..

Meanwhile, Dixie and Jeff were sat in the kidnapped girl's lounge, Dixie with her arm comfortingly round Tess's shoulders, as the nurse shivered despite the blue blanket they had wrapped her in. She and Jeff had just heard from Tess and Zoe- who was sat next to Tess, with Tamsin's arm round her own shoulders, dripping wet and shaken after her fall- the entire story of what happened.

"It's okay love, you've told the police, they'll find him."

"I can't believe what's happened though. To our Sam, and Caitlin…" Tamsin murmured.

Zoe shuddered, "I can. I don't want to, but I can imagine exactly…"

Tess nudged her in comfort and agreement, "It makes me feel sick. I'll never sleep tonight."

Dixie looked at her, "Me neither, Tess, me neither."

"Good thing we're working nights then!" Tamsin grinned at her.

Tess and Zoe laughed weakly.

…..

Sam and Caitlin were searching the bedroom and bathroom high and low, desperate to find some means of escape.

Caitlin slammed the final drawer and broke down crying. Sam looked up from under the bed and sat beside her. She wrapped her arms round the girl's shaking shoulders.

"Anything?" she whispered.

"Nothing! Did you?" there was little hope in Caitlin's voice.

"Sort of," Sam smiled, "I have a plan."

"Being?"

"Well, if we can tempt him in here, we can tie him to the bed and just run like hell."

"If…" Caitlin murmured, "Just what I need."

Just then, they were interrupted by him walking in and interrupting them.

…..

"Settled in?" He smirked. "No customers yet, but I'm sure you'll do fine."

Caitlin glared at him. He raised his hand and slapped her hard round the face, sending her flying to the floor. Sam gasped as she saw what he had done, but kept quiet so he wouldn't hit her as well. Instead, she turned her attention to something he was holding in a plastic bag. Needles- she guessed what they contained immediately.

"I don't take drugs." She said, bluntly.

"Course you don't, and you shouldn't. Not when you have customers, anyway. But I thought you could use them to… settle in?"

Caitlin looked at the plastic bag. "Yes, please."

He chucked them to her, smirking, and left the room. As soon as he had done, Sam tried to snatch the packet away.

…..

"What the heck are you doing?!" She hissed.

Caitlin looked at the packet, "Making the most of being here. They might make it go away."

"Or they might kill you."

Caitlin looked at the needle, and pulled it from the packet. She squirted its contents onto the floor.

"Ok, you lost me." Sam sighed, looking at Caitlin for an explanation.

Caitlin held up the empty needle, "There has to be something, anything, here, that we can use to…"

Sam looked at the needle, then grabbed it from Caitlin.

"You genius," she smiled, "Anything, anything at all might work. But first… let's take a look around."

Sam opened their door, glad to find it locked, and stepped out into a hall. Caitlin stood behind her. They continued to wander, lost, until they bumped into two girls, clearly drugged.

"Excuse me," Sam decided to ask them, regardless, "But we're new here…"

One of the girls looked at Sam, then Caitlin. Her eyes lingered on Caitlin for a moment.

"She's so young…" She whispered. "I'm guessing you'll work most of it out. There's some stuff to eat downstairs if you're hungry."

"How many girls are here, exactly?"

"In the twenties, I think. Girl's keep running away, but he just brings them back."

"Hasn't anyone tried to, y'know, knock him out or kill him." Sam frowned.

The girl grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Yes, and he's snapped their necks. Don't try and run, he'll treat you worse. Just stay put."

"Thanks for the advice," Caitlin steered Sam away, pushing her into her room.

…..

"Nuh-uh. No way. I cannot, cannot, cannot do this. I'd rather die. In fact, help he open this window, I'm jumping."

"Just CALM DOWN!" Sam interrupted, grabbing Caitlin's arms and pinning them to her sides. She saw that the girl was crying and wrapped her in a hug. They stood there for a few seconds, before something clicked.

"Wait, can we open the window?" Sam turned to the glass and looked down. They were only on the second floor.

"We could jump…" she whispered.

Caitlin frowned, "We'd break our legs, then how'd we run?"

"True… maybe we could climb down."

"Down what?" Caitlin sighed, looking at the sheer drop into a dank, dirty street.

Sam was sat, grinning, on the bed. She pulled up the two thin sheets and pulled off the four pillowcases.

"Here, tie these together- and tightly."

Caitlin sat down and did as Sam said, tying the leopard print silk into a rope. Sam began to shred the bedsheets into strips, knotting them together. Finally, they tied them together to make a long, thick rope. Sam tied it to the bed and lowered it out the window. It was a mere metre away from the ground. Sam only stopped to grab the needle and fill it with air, before climbing from the window and landing lightly on her feet. Caitlin followed her afterwards.

They were free… until he walked in and saw they were missing, and the rope they'd use to escape.