Sydney woke up to the feel of a cold concrete under her and a dull ache
behind
her eyes. She opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn't. Above her was a
concrete ceiling, no windows in sight and only one light, a florescent one. She rolled onto
her back and groaned in pain. Forcing herself to sit up she looked around the small cell.
She gasped as her eyes fell on Vaughn, who was still unconscious, his back against the
wall.
She quickly crawled over to him, trying to keep the nausea down, and pulled his
head into her lap.
"Vaughn, please wake up, please, please wake up." She rocked back and forth
trying to will him awake. He groaned and her heart leaped with joy and she continued to
try to wake him.
"Please please. Vaughn I need you to get up. I really need you, please please
please." Vaughn once again groaned and this time lifted himself up.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." He kept his hand pressed against his head and looked
around the cell.
"Oh shit."
"I second that." They looked to each other and both new that they had been made.
Sydney was about to speak again when the door screeched open and a guard came in. He
immediately moved to Sydney and she tried to fight back, aided by Vaughn. Yet, he
overpowered them and dragged Sydney out of the cell. Vaughn yelled swears at the guard
but they paid no attention and soon the door was closed and he was alone.
They dragged her through the hallways and finally brought her to a small white
room with one aluminum slat, raised from the floor, in the middle of the room. They
dragged her to that slat and she fought, not wanting to get onto that slat. She hit her head
a couple times before they got or onto the slat and tied down. She fought against the
restraints until her wrists were raw and bleeding.
"Now now, we wouldn't want you hurting yourself." She couldn't recognize the
person in front of her, but she could recognize the needle in his hand. She started
screaming, too worn out to try to put up a strong front. He smiled and it started.
Vaughn paced, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. They had taken
her, she had been gone for hours. Finally the door was pushed open and Sydney was
thrown in. He rushed to her side and groaned in horror. Her shirt was torn and her
beautiful skin was marred with burn marks, cuts, and bruises. Her wrists were bleeding
profusely and all up and down her arms were needle marks. He lifted her shirt further and
saw that bruises covered her ribs and he was quite sure that at least one was broken
To his immense relief, Sydney opened her eyes groggily and moaned in pain.
"Vaughn?"
"I'm here baby. I'm here."
PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. I'M NOT SURE WHERE TO GO WITH
THIS, I HAVE AN IDEA BUT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANT.
her eyes. She opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn't. Above her was a
concrete ceiling, no windows in sight and only one light, a florescent one. She rolled onto
her back and groaned in pain. Forcing herself to sit up she looked around the small cell.
She gasped as her eyes fell on Vaughn, who was still unconscious, his back against the
wall.
She quickly crawled over to him, trying to keep the nausea down, and pulled his
head into her lap.
"Vaughn, please wake up, please, please wake up." She rocked back and forth
trying to will him awake. He groaned and her heart leaped with joy and she continued to
try to wake him.
"Please please. Vaughn I need you to get up. I really need you, please please
please." Vaughn once again groaned and this time lifted himself up.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." He kept his hand pressed against his head and looked
around the cell.
"Oh shit."
"I second that." They looked to each other and both new that they had been made.
Sydney was about to speak again when the door screeched open and a guard came in. He
immediately moved to Sydney and she tried to fight back, aided by Vaughn. Yet, he
overpowered them and dragged Sydney out of the cell. Vaughn yelled swears at the guard
but they paid no attention and soon the door was closed and he was alone.
They dragged her through the hallways and finally brought her to a small white
room with one aluminum slat, raised from the floor, in the middle of the room. They
dragged her to that slat and she fought, not wanting to get onto that slat. She hit her head
a couple times before they got or onto the slat and tied down. She fought against the
restraints until her wrists were raw and bleeding.
"Now now, we wouldn't want you hurting yourself." She couldn't recognize the
person in front of her, but she could recognize the needle in his hand. She started
screaming, too worn out to try to put up a strong front. He smiled and it started.
Vaughn paced, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. They had taken
her, she had been gone for hours. Finally the door was pushed open and Sydney was
thrown in. He rushed to her side and groaned in horror. Her shirt was torn and her
beautiful skin was marred with burn marks, cuts, and bruises. Her wrists were bleeding
profusely and all up and down her arms were needle marks. He lifted her shirt further and
saw that bruises covered her ribs and he was quite sure that at least one was broken
To his immense relief, Sydney opened her eyes groggily and moaned in pain.
"Vaughn?"
"I'm here baby. I'm here."
PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. I'M NOT SURE WHERE TO GO WITH
THIS, I HAVE AN IDEA BUT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANT.