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Cameron:

Gagged, blindfolded, handcuffed, tired, and in pain. I can handle. Roughness, more pain, cursing, and blacking out. I could handle it. What I refuse to do, and cannot handle is being told I have to date a Circle member, and if I denied, they would kill me on the spot. Fun.

'OMG SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE CIRCLE? BUT HOW?' I knew it all along, ever since I was ditched in the middle of no where. The only thing I'm not sure about is why they're after me. A rough hand grabbed my arm, interrupting my thoughts.

"Get ready, they want you at dinner," he ordered, his voice rough and hard.

"Maybe I don't want to go," I challenged.

"Well, you have no choice."

"Well, I guess you're going in those," he snickered, shrugging, gesturing to my clothes. He picked me up and I glared, it was on.

Zach:

"But, sir, you just witnessed it! She. Was. Kidnapped. We have to get her back!" I exclaimed, to Dr. Sanders, gesturing widely with my arms. His argument? 'Stay in school.'

"I know what happened," he started, and cut off Grant, who was ready to speak, "you boys aren't allowed to go though," he finished.

"Sir, we knew her first! We should be able to get her!" I protested, Grant nodding in agreement behind me.

"I said n-"

"You should let them go," said Joe Solomon, appearing in the room.

"Why are you here, Joe?" Dr. Sanders asked, facing him.

"I came because I heard a nasty rumor that my god-daughter was kidnapped."

Guard:

"That hurts," I hissed to myself, referring to the seventeen-year-old girl sitting on top of me, arm bent behind my back in a painful position.

"Let me go, then!" She growled, applying more pressure, I winced slightly, trying to get her off. Suddenly, she was yanked off my back, and my partners voice filled my ears.

"Ha. Pinned by a seventeen-year-old GI-" he was cut off, as Cameron flipped around, tackling him.

"How were you planning to finish that sentence?"

Leader:

"I swear, when I get out of here- you're going to get it!" Screeched Cameron Ann Morgan. The screech echoed throughout the building, ringing in my ears.

"Does anyone have an ibuprofen?" I muttered, rubbing my temple irritably. Recently, we had been told Cameron had escaped the death trap we call a forest, then, decided we could make her of use to us.

"I'm warning you- when I find out who's in charge of this- they're gone!" She screamed again. An employee came up, handing me a handful of ibuprofen. His eye twitched irritably as he walked away. She would be an annoying captive.

Zach:

"God daughter?" I questioned, still not completely comprehending the fact. Joe sighed, staring at me.

"Yes."

"Cammie. As in, Cameron Ann Morgan, is your god daughter? As in, you have a big responsibility over her?"

"Yes."

"Since when?!" I demanded, throwing my hands up.

"Since before she was born?" He muttered in response, sending me an odd look.

"I should have known!"

"Wh-"

"It was so obvious!"

"Zachary, are you alright?"

"Are you alright?! You're the one claiming Cammie is your god daughter!"

"... Let's just go get her."

Cammie:

"No." I repeatedly, shaking my head

"You don't get a choice." The guard told me sternly, holding out the item to me.

"I do. And I said NO."

"AREN'T GIRLS SUPPOSED TO LIKE DRESSES?! PUT IT ON."

"I said NO!"

"YES."

"NO."

"YES!"

"N-!"

"I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" A prisoner from the cage over yelled.

"AND I'M TRYING TO AVOID MARRIAGE HERE."

"WELL TRY TO AVOID IT A BIT QUIETER."

"DO YOU WANT TO START WITH ME?" I heard a loud sigh, and no response came. The guard was talking to someone.. and right beside him was a perfectly convenient and open. Slacker move. I thought. I could totally escape.

Joe:

"It's that simple. In. Grab her. Out. Not rocket science," I explained to Zach. "Okay?" Zach nodded, and ran off. When he was a far enough distance from us, I shot off my gun, grabbing attention. It worked perfectly. I could already hear footsteps. Hurry.

Zach:

Where is she? I thought, carefully making way through the halls. I heard guards arguing nearby. Talking about a girl knocking out a few guards and yelling. Definitely Cammie. I found myself shocked as I entered the cell I believed to be hers.

Sorry, your fault for leaving me alone. I'm probably somewhere in France by now..

Nice meeting you all. (:

~Cammie