Thanks for your comments. There is a bit more. Note that italics means flashbacks. Warning: VERY angsty!!

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Shivers rumbled her petite body. The cold and granular surface scratched her naked arms. She woke up and found her knees under her chin. Her curls hid her eyes, her nose and her cheeks. She tried to open her eyes but the pain prompted her to keep them shut. Slowly, she touched her face with her fingers. She felt the scratches, the swelling, the dry blood and tears. Her fingernails had been broken and pain was running through her them. She closed her fists and slid then under her legs to warm them up. That movement created more pain. Her head lied on the hard and icy surface. She tried to turn her head but the movement gave her nausea. She stayed still. Again, she attempted to open her eyes. The stinging pain was still there but she tried to go over it. Once she opened her eyes, she met darkness.

Against her own will, tears built up in her burning eyes. She closed her lid and the tears glittered on her cheeks. It was like fire trails leaving their marks on a fresh soil. Breathing was difficult and jerky. She removed her hands from their refuge and wandered them on her legs, her waist, her ribs, her shoulders and her neck. She felt her many injuries, her scratches, her bumps and her cuts.

Behind her closed eyes, she remembered the accident and that sour and strong odor that hit her before the scary blanket of darkness submerged her. An image of injured Myles flashed in her mind: she could see the blood covering his eyes, his legs crushed by the steering wheel and his desperate effort to keep her close to him. A moan escaped her dry lips and she let more tears overflowed on her burning cheeks. A sudden flash of what happened earlier bounced sorely in her mind.

She remembered when she woke up. She couldn't recall when: she lost track of the time. Was it few hours or days that she was here? When her eyes opened, she was lying on a bed mattress. The room smelled sweaty and dusty. The effect of the drug he used still made her dizzy. Surprised, she realized that she was not tied and was free of her movements. Was he so confident? When she turned on her back, the noise of the springs startled her.

At that moment, the man entered, his face covered by a black mask. She was not wearing her glasses and could only see a blurry image. He stayed still and she didn't move either. Terror grasped her heart and a scream buried long time ago, crawl it way along her throat. She fought to control herself and succeed miraculously.

He took a step forward and she backed up. The sheets were filthy and cold. She felt the drafts coming through the cracks of the window. Suddenly, an incontrollable rage filled her soul. He was controlling her! She will not go down without a fight.

She lifted up her eyes and held his gaze. Her dark green eyes shone of anger and fear. She brought her legs closed to her body. She noticed that he left the door open behind him. Probably, he judged she would not fight back. Adrenaline ran through her veins and increased her senses. Focused on his movements, she noticed his clenched fists, his tensed shoulders and the sharp knife he had in his left hand.

At the instant he came closer to her, she jumped on him. Her nails penetrated the tender flesh of his neck. A roar on anger got out of her guts. Surprised, his captor fell on his back and dropped the knife that flew away in the corner of the room. Momentarily, she overpowered him and she took advantage of it. She kicked, she punched and she scratched. However, the drug had still an effect on her and the adrenaline diminished. Sensing that his opponent was growing weaker, he pushed her away and pinned her on the ground. A wave of nausea washed over her and she felt her tongue trembling.

Enraged, he grabbed her hair and knocked her head violently on the cement floor. Millions of stars exploded behind her eyes and a cry of pain exited her mouth. Tears spattered on her cheeks. Satisfied by her pain, his wandered his hungry eyes on her face, her neck and her body. Disgusted by him, she twisted but his strong hands were keeping her prisoner. She toppled over her head and saw the door wide open and her chance to be free. He saw what she saw and a mean chuckle could be heard.

"Oh no Dani! You're mine!", said the raspy voice. Jolting violently at his voice, Daniella's blood froze in her veins. Far away in her memory, that voice surfaced back and she could picture him. She portrayed his raven hair, his mocha eyes and his slender fingers on her skin.

"Spence, No!", she screamed with panic. Flashbacks bounced in her head: when she slammed the door on him, their laughs during courses, their trips…

At the sound on his name, he hesitated. She didn't loose an instant. She twisted her hip and he tumbled over. Her writs still pinned on the ground; she knelt and stood up in a jerk movement. With all her strength, she kicked in his stomach. The hit cut his breathing short and he twisted in a fetal position. He let go of her arms and she ran to the door.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her ankle and she dropped hard on her hands and heard a crackling sound. A suffering moan exhaled her lips and she felt his body crawling over her back.

Totally mad, he brought her on her feet and held her straight. He removed his mask and she saw his mocha eyes flaming of rage. She understood her assault. She pushed him away when she met Myles.

Tears misted her eyes but she kept her head up. She refused to show him her fear. A hateful smile took shape on his thin lips. He enjoyed her fear, her anguish and her pain. He loved that sour odor of the fear sweat.

"Spencer", she croaked. Enraged by the sound on his name, by her voice, a wrath possessed him and he pushed the weak body of Daniella against the wall. Her head collided with the hard surface and she fell in a bottomless pit of darkness.

Coming back to her shivering reality, she touched again her swollen visage. She realized that she was using only her right hand as the other was motionless. Swollen and painful, it might be broken in her fall. He probably smacked her after she lost consciousness. Crawling on the granular surface, she took refuge on a corner. The darkness turned paler as a glimpse of the moon went through the dirty window. It seemed she was keeping prisoner in a basement. Her clothes were still covering her and took comfort that he only beat her. The only noise breaking the silence was the squeaking sound made by the mice.

Bringing slowly her knees under her chin, she found some warmth. She thought of Myles: was he ok? Did he survive the accident? Did the team know she had been kidnap? Will they find her in time?

A swirl of unanswered questions bounced in her head. Drowsiness rocked her body and tears fell on the ground. Scared and in pain, she thought about God.

"God…I have been angry with you for so many years. I am sorry. Please help me. Please, help the team. I cannot hold on…" she whispered as a wave of peace and darkness washed over her beaten body.

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Please R&R...it does good to my soul ;0)