Chapter 9

Duncan P.O.V.

"Duncan, calm down!"

"Calm down? What the fuck do you mean calm down? This sick nut job has Gwen! I am not about to calm down!"

"Son, we're doing all we can."

"'All we can' isn't good enough, Dad! You've been a cop all your life. you know that in the typical kidnapping teenagers usually don't live past the first 24 hours!"

"This isn't the standard kidnapping, though. This man is obsessed with her, he'll probably keep her alive for a while."

"For how much longer though? Huh? And what is he going to do with her while he keeps her alive? He could be-Oh God!" I covered my face with my hands and forced the images of what could be happening to Gwen out of my mind.

"We'll get her back," my dad said, firmly.

"You're damn right we will," I growled.

I went up into my room, leaving my dad and the rest of his team to ask Dylan some more questions.

I dropped down on my bed and thought about what had just happened no more than an hour ago. After about twenty minutes had passed and Gwen wasn't back I called her. There was no answer. I called two more times and then called Dylan. When he didn't answer either I ran down to my rental car and drove to her place. Ben was there on duty, but I didn't see Gwen's car anywhere. Ben said he hadn't seen her.

I freaked and ran inside the house and found Dylan unconscious and brought him back here. Ben contacted my dad and here we are.

Images of Gwen kept flashing through my head and rage started to mix with the sinking feeling in my gut. So many things could've been happening to her. So many things could've been being done to her.

I dropped my head into my hands and tried to fight back the tears.

Unknown P.O.V.

He finally had her. She was downstairs, in the basement. He hadn't bothered to gag her, which I thought was stupid, but you couldn't really hear anything happening down there anyway.

He'd spent the last… what… eleven and a half hours talking to himself and preparing what to say to her. It was almost too pathetic to be funny. Almost.

He was pacing back and forth, waiting for her to wake up. It had to be soon. She probably would've been up earlier if he hadn't banged her head again the wall when he was handcuffing her.

Idiot.

He froze and looked at the camera. She was waking up. He walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her and then made his way down the steps.

Let the game begin.

Gwen P.O.V.

Pounding. The first thing I remember when I started to regain consciousness was the pounding in my head. It felt like my brain was trying to break through my skull. I tried squeezing my eyes shut, as if to force the pain to stop, but that only made it worse.

After a few minutes of trying to get the pain to go away, I gave up and took in my surroundings.

I was sitting on the ground of what was obviously a basement, and my hands were handcuffed together, around a huge, solid-looking pipe that ran up along a wall. He had somehow gotten some of the pipe to separate from the wall so that my arms could fit around it. I tried shaking it to see how sturdy it was and it didn't even budge. I threw my head back in frustration which only caused it to make contact with the hard brick wall. My eyes started stinging and the pain in my head got worse.

"Fuck!" I yelled. Or more like, tried to; my voice ended up cracking in the middle of the "u" sound. I really don't understand why I wasn't gagged, or something. Seriously, what kind of kidnapper was this guy? I may be quiet most of the time, but I can still be loud enough for someone to hear me.

I heard the door open and footsteps coming down the stairs. I saw that he was holding a glass of water and suddenly my throat began to ache. I tried to ignore the pain as I glared at him and willed him to look me in the eye. How dare he? How could he think he could just stalk me, turn my into some scared little girl looking for monsters in her closet, threaten my little brother, take me, and then just waltz down here with that stupid grin on his face, as if this whole thing was okay? I wanted to spit on him. I probably would have if my mouth wasn't so dry.

He got to the bottom of the stairs and I glared harder, "You."

He made his way towards me and stopped only a few feet in front of me. "I see you're finally awake, love. You thirsty? You've been out for about twelve hours."

I slowly started, "Do not call me 'love'. And, yes I'm thirsty. Un-cuff my hands so that I can drink."

His smile faltered and he shook his head. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because that would give you the opportunity to get away. You haven't realized how strong our love is. I can't un-cuff you until you realize that we are meant to be together." He came closer and put the glass near my mouth, "Now drink up."

I turned my head away from the glass. "No! Get away! I don't want to be anywhere near you!"

"Gwen, you have to drink something, here." He tried to make me drink again, and I kicked out towards him. He dropped the glass and it shattered. "Damn it, Gwen! Look what you made me do!"

"I told you to stay away from me. It's not my fault that you didn't listen."

"Gwen!" he said, his voice turning from annoyance to distress, "Do you realize that you could've gotten hurt?"

God, seriously? "Yes I realize that, but I really don't care. What I'm more concerned about is dying from dehydration."

"You should've taken the water!" he cried out.

"I don't want you near me!"

He ran his hands through his hair. "Okay, I'm just going to leave you alone so that you can adjust, okay?" He turned and started to make his way up the stairs. "I love you," he called back as he made way through the door.

"Fuck you, Trent!"

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A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I took so long to update. I planned to have this up a couple of days ago, but I was at my dad's house for like four days and that put me behind. So, there you have it, Trent's the crazy person. Congrats to all of you who guessed it and sorry if that was way too predictable.