A/N: Hey there guys, here's chapter 11… just a quick check up on Sam!
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Chapter 11 – Change your mind.
Sam remained wide awake, grateful that his new holding pen was dimly lit. His eyes continued to scour the room, just like he had been for the past hour, or what seemed like an hour to him.
The prominent thought in his mind was the need to be found. But not by McNally, she doesn't need to get involved, she doesn't deserve to get hurt because of me and she definitely does not need to see me like this.
Alongside this need a complexity of emotions ran through him, burning a hole in both his mind and heart. Fear. Hope. Confusion. Concern. Worry. Affection. Affection, he confirmed to himself, finally allowing himself to admit that he cared for one person more than he should. McNally.
Before his thoughts could travel any further they were broken off by the door opening, allowing even more light into the room.
"How about we allow you to get a bit more comfortable Officer Swarek?" Anton asked slyly.
Noticing the tone in his voice Sam remained silent, becoming wary of Anton's motives.
Anton nodded to the guys at his side and they stepped forward. They began untying the restraints that bound Sam to the stool. Sam instantly felt relied but remained highly suspicious of the three men in the room. He lifted himself from the stool and stretched his body before shrugging his arms into life. Once done reawakening his wounded body he stood and stared Anton in the eyes. Sam eyes remained cold as he glared at his torturer, whilst Anton's eyes revealed smugness to him. Once Sam became aware of this, he knew that this sudden act of kindness was not what it seemed, the only reason he had been released from the pressure of the restraints was to lead him into a false sense of relief and security.
After they had been glaring at each other for a few seconds of silence, Anton finally gave in and spoke, "so this is your last chance Sammy, where is the other copy?"
Sam continued to glare at him before answering "I don't know what you're talking about."
Anton strode forward bridging the gap between them "Now why can't I believe that" he continued to look at Sam smugly in the eyes "Maybe because for eight months you put your life on hold in an attempt to bring me down and I'm expected to believe that you just gave it all up? Without taking the second copy from Emily?"
Sam resorted back to silence not wanting to put Emily in any more danger, no matter what consequences he may have to suffer.
"Not talking then?" Anton pushed.
"Nah, not really feeling up to it" Sam replied in an attempt to become in control of the situation.
Without a word muttered between Anton and his guys, the two muscle-men left the room but were instantly replaced by two other heavy-set men. As they walked into the room they turned to face Anton, who nodded, and with his permission they marched over to Sam throwing him to the ground before kicking him in the ribs with great force. Sam struggled to catch his breath as Anton and his men headed for the door.
Anton turned back to see Sam pulling himself towards the wall so that his back rested against it and his legs stretched out "well maybe a certain someone may change your mind."