Holy crap! I really want to thank you amazing people for reviewing and even favourtie-ing my story! Chapter 10 got most of the reviews even though it was my shortest chapter. I'm mentally hugging you all right now!
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Sam looked around the brightly coloured room. It was small, but nice sized. The white porcelain sink shone brightly from the light coming from the windows, the claw foot tub sparkling. The tile floor and white walls were scrubbed clean, and there was a cupboard which probably held soaps and towels. The perfection of the room amazed him, considering he was tied up to a toilet, beaten and bloody. The room itself looked out of a magazine, the situation out of a horror novel.
He groaned, pulling at his hands. There has to be some way out of here. He turned around frantically, trying to find some way to escape. He noticed a small, but open, window. Sigh, Callaghan, you couldn't have been more stupid. But Sam knew that if Luke heard him while he was yelling, he'd be done for. Besides, there was no one to listen as he yelled for his life. Which means I'll have to wait, possibly forever.
Sam continued to think of possible ways to get out, but his thoughts were shattered by a blood curdling scream. Andy! Sam began to thrash again. He knew if no one was going to come soon, he'd have to protect Andy. He pulled at his wrists until they started to bleed, his head was killing him, and to anyone else, the pain he was in was paralyzing, and he didn't mean the physical pain.
He moved his hands around the back of the toilet, trying to find anything to break the cuffs. He pulled his hand back as his palm was almost sliced open by a sharp piece of porcelain. He pushed his hands forward and pulled them back, running the chain along the fragment. He continued to do it, powered by the need to save Andy, her screams, for about ten minutes. He started to pull back harder, feeling the chain loosen. He fell back against the door when it came undone, and he almost yelled in victory.
He turned himself over on his stomach, to his knees, and finally onto his feet. He braced himself on the sink with one hand and opened the bathroom door with the other. He stumbled out and into an open room. The wall to his left had a large bed up against it, a nightstand on either side. The large rug in the middle of the room was stained with blood, and a kitchen behind him to his left. His eyes fell upon two large, open, doors. He ran towards them, running out onto the wooden deck. The fresh air assaulted his senses. The air was warm and there was a light breeze, the trees were surrounding the property, tall and green, and there was a sparkling, fresh water lake on the side of the building. He looked down the dirt road, but couldn't see the city. Damn, we're far out. But if he looked up, he could see some buildings standing tall.
He was about to run for it when another scream pounded in his ears. He turned around on a dime and without a second thought, ran back into the cabin. He followed the sound until he came upon a closet door. He grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open, slamming it against the wall. He quickly recognized the stairs, the broken door at the bottom. He turned around to look back at the door, and realized it was the titanium door, attached to the wood door. He had to keep it open, so he pulled a loose hood out of the wall. He put it through a loop of rope on the door and stuck the other end in a hole in the wall, considering they were everywhere.
He grabbed the other hook, holding it over his shoulder defensively, and continued down the stairs. He quietly made his way, determined to surprise Callaghan, and tightened his grip on the hook. He stepped over the broken piece of wood at the bottom, and peered into the room. Luke was nowhere in sight, and Andy was tied up in the middle of the room. Her clothes were ripped, he head down, body slumped. She was bloody, beaten, and scared, he could clearly tell. He gingerly stepped into the room, trying to figure out where Luke was. Andy lifted her head, tears streaming down her face, she was gagged, cuts on her forehead. She was shaking, cold, scared, and she started screaming, muffled by the sheet in her mouth, and she violently shook her head.
"An-" he was cut off by Luke hitting him in the back of the head. He heard Andy scream and could hear her sob. He could feel himself being dragged across the floor.
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Sam awoke later, about half an hour. Andy was leaning against him; they were in the corner of the room. She was silently crying into his chest, her hands around his neck. He reached his hand up to stroke her soft brown curls. She looked up at him, her cheeks stained, blood covered both of them. She reached up and softly placed her lips on his.
"Are you okay?" she asked, once they broke apart. He looked into her eyes, kissing her again.
"Yeah, you?"
"Not really."
"Do you think we'll get out of here soon?"
"Yeah."
"And how do you know that," he chuckled, trying to be lighthearted. She looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes.
"My awesome TO taught me to trust my gut. I trusted my gut and thought he loved me, I was right. My gut is now telling me that we are going to get out of here," she smiled at him, "I'm so excited to get out of here."
"And why's that?" Truthfully, Sam knew the answer, they both did, but he wanted to hear it himself from her.
"Our wedding," she stated simply. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his bloody hair, kissing him. They were interrupted by a cough across the room. They looked up to see a very pissed Luke. Andy's eyes went wide at the sight, he had a baseball bat in his hand, and he was tapping it in the palm of his other hand, a threatening gesture. He walked up to the couple, who were smart enough to know that moving was useless. Yes, they were scared, who wouldn't be? But they knew, even though injured, they were going to get out of there. He raised the back over his head, ready to swing.
"Police, open up! now!"
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Oh, another cliffy! I feel so mean! Anyways, guess where they are? And if no one gets it right, I'll tell you next chapter anyways. Sorry if I didn't give any real hints, oh well. I was sorta happy, sorta not, with this chapter. And remember, I am open to suggestions, if you guys think something should happen, I am begging you to tell me! Aha!
