Hi guys! Sorry for taking so long to update, but I had my exams! I hope this isn't so late that no one can really be bothered to read the UD! :) (Crossing fingers)

Isa

When I open my eyes, there's something uncomfortable probing my back. And my mouth feels oddly...stretched? My body is aching from being twisted at an unnatural position, and for a second, I think I must have slept the wrong way.

Its dark. And dirty. Jeez, it smells like dirt and sweat. My mouth is full of some sort of cloth, and I feel like I'm gonna gag.

And that's when the panic settles, and the cloying feeling that I'm being squashed inwards from all different sides. I'm tied up somewhere. Alone.

I start to scream, but the sound is muffled. Sweat pools up between my breasts, down my back. I try to pull my arms outwards, but they're tied in expert knots, biting into the skin of my wrists, holding them together. The pain of my hands register, the twist of my arms behind my back.

There's a sound above me, a steady dripping of water as it falls into a puddle nearby.

My head falls back against the wall, registering with the hard brick, a spasm of pain lancing down my spine. I try to control my breathing, when the sound of a door opening interrupts my thoughts.

"Well, good morning, there, sweetheart." A voice says from above. My head moves, as I try to twist towards the sound. I recognise the voice, immediately. The blonde gangbanger that wanted to recruit Jared. What was his name again? My brain is filled with too many thoughts and I can't register on one. "Did you have a nice nap?"

I start to wriggle where I'm sitting, not achieving anything, but unable to sit still.

The man's chuckle is free, easy, as slick as oil. It sends chill-inducing shivers down my spine. I feel so cold, clammy, and the sweaty patches on my skin begin to itch.

"Yes? That's good, dear." The man says, softly. I blanche as a finger pulls my chin up. "Hmmm," The man whispers, his breath brushing my cheek. "You're a pretty thing, ain't yah?"

My eyes focus on his face, his rough beard, his blonde shaggy hair. He has piercings on his eyebrows, a metal bar through his nose. His eyes are flat and blue, hard slaps of ice. I shoot him a deadly glare, one that warns him to keep his filthy hands off me.

He laughs, his finger falls from my chin, and down my shoulder. I recoil at his touch. "Don't worry, babe. Nothing's gonna happen to you, not yet. Gotta make your boyfriend pay first. That is, if he cares at all about you, as much as you seem to care about him."

The man then pushes my hair back, and runs his filthy fingers down my neck. "If he doesn't show up, however...well, then I can have my fun with you. We all can."

And with that, he walks away, leaving me shivering in the dark.

I search around for a way to get free, my eyes scanning the room, frantically. For some reason, all my karate moves have failed me, I'm completely frozen and fucking helpless against the bonds. I feel so useless.

My head falls back, and I close my eyes, praying that I'll find a way out.

And during that time of praying, I never let my thoughts travel towards what Jared might be doing right at this moment. Because, honestly, I really don't want to face the truth, or what my heart is telling me.

That, if he's anything like the Jared I know, he probably doesn't give a flying fuck whether I'm alive or dead at this moment.