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Chapter Five
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Sydney had finally nodded off to sleep only to be suddenly jolted awake by thundering footsteps outside her chamber.
She slowly managed to count each separate pair of feet. There were three.
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The three sets of footsteps approached Sydney's door quickly. In stepped Sark accompanied by two burly thugs. The thugs carried ropes and rough wire ties discreetly in their big hands. Sydney could pretty much guess what they were for.
A few minutes later, Sydney found herself in a new room, tied tautly with the ropes and wire to a steel-like chair. This new room had no windows and only a single steel-enforced door with numerous deadbolt locks. Her escape routes were more limited than ever.
Why they had suddenly decided to torture her was far beyond her knowledge. She had not done anything out of what a person in her situation would do. 'Sark must be getting bored, with no one to torture. I'm sure he is at a terrible loss of things to do.' Sydney thought sarcastically. What a sick guy...
Just then, the single door squeaked open to reveal Sark and his two favorite thugs. The trio walked quietly into the sparse room.
To her left side, Sydney noticed the only piece of furniture besides her chair in the room. There was yet another steel-looking table holding a vast array of dangerous tools of the trade. Torture weapons, to, no doubt, be used on her.
Preparing herself for the worst, Sydney clamped her teeth together and readied them for gritting, always making sure Sark was unaware of her fearful tactics.
"I think you would be a better use to us if you were a bit more disciplined, Sydney dear. So here I am." Sark opened his arms in a presenting action.
"Oh goodie." Sydney tried her best to seem unafraid. But inside, her heart was bouncing around in her ribcage and her stomach was churning slowly.
"I'm so glad you feel that way, love." Sark spat back. "It's nice to know I won't be the only one enjoying this."
And with that, Sark summoned his guards to Sydney's side.
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Hours later
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"Where are you Jack?" Irina questioned the dark, musty air around her.
"Right here." Jack crawled up beside her with Vaughn at his heels.
Suddenly, small sounds began swooping themselves through the air vent where the three rescuers were roaming.
"Shh..." Irina warned.
As they listened closer, they were able to hear small, frail moans emitting from further down the shaft.
Irina, Jack, and Vaughn crawled slowly toward the noise, until they found themselves atop an airvent, above a room containing a chair, with Sydney's limp form occupying it.
Looking closely, Irina was not able to see anyone else in the room. "Sydney!" she hissed at her daughter carefully.
There was no response.
Unscrewing the vent was quite simple and within a few minutes, the three rescuers were dropping themselves carefully from the high vent. Vaughn went first, followed by Jack and last Irina.
Vaughn's first glimpse of Sydney would be one he would remember for the rest of his life, It would haunt his dreams and scar his mind forever.
Chapter Five
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Sydney had finally nodded off to sleep only to be suddenly jolted awake by thundering footsteps outside her chamber.
She slowly managed to count each separate pair of feet. There were three.
**
The three sets of footsteps approached Sydney's door quickly. In stepped Sark accompanied by two burly thugs. The thugs carried ropes and rough wire ties discreetly in their big hands. Sydney could pretty much guess what they were for.
A few minutes later, Sydney found herself in a new room, tied tautly with the ropes and wire to a steel-like chair. This new room had no windows and only a single steel-enforced door with numerous deadbolt locks. Her escape routes were more limited than ever.
Why they had suddenly decided to torture her was far beyond her knowledge. She had not done anything out of what a person in her situation would do. 'Sark must be getting bored, with no one to torture. I'm sure he is at a terrible loss of things to do.' Sydney thought sarcastically. What a sick guy...
Just then, the single door squeaked open to reveal Sark and his two favorite thugs. The trio walked quietly into the sparse room.
To her left side, Sydney noticed the only piece of furniture besides her chair in the room. There was yet another steel-looking table holding a vast array of dangerous tools of the trade. Torture weapons, to, no doubt, be used on her.
Preparing herself for the worst, Sydney clamped her teeth together and readied them for gritting, always making sure Sark was unaware of her fearful tactics.
"I think you would be a better use to us if you were a bit more disciplined, Sydney dear. So here I am." Sark opened his arms in a presenting action.
"Oh goodie." Sydney tried her best to seem unafraid. But inside, her heart was bouncing around in her ribcage and her stomach was churning slowly.
"I'm so glad you feel that way, love." Sark spat back. "It's nice to know I won't be the only one enjoying this."
And with that, Sark summoned his guards to Sydney's side.
***
Hours later
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"Where are you Jack?" Irina questioned the dark, musty air around her.
"Right here." Jack crawled up beside her with Vaughn at his heels.
Suddenly, small sounds began swooping themselves through the air vent where the three rescuers were roaming.
"Shh..." Irina warned.
As they listened closer, they were able to hear small, frail moans emitting from further down the shaft.
Irina, Jack, and Vaughn crawled slowly toward the noise, until they found themselves atop an airvent, above a room containing a chair, with Sydney's limp form occupying it.
Looking closely, Irina was not able to see anyone else in the room. "Sydney!" she hissed at her daughter carefully.
There was no response.
Unscrewing the vent was quite simple and within a few minutes, the three rescuers were dropping themselves carefully from the high vent. Vaughn went first, followed by Jack and last Irina.
Vaughn's first glimpse of Sydney would be one he would remember for the rest of his life, It would haunt his dreams and scar his mind forever.