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Author's Note: Okay, okay, so it's been probably at least a week since I posted the last chapter. Sorry. I hope this one is as good as the others. I'm not really sure. Let me know! Oh, and Gordon Sharp is actually in this chapter, and he's a little creepy. You'll see what I mean.
Sam didn't know where she was. There was tape over her mouth and a blindfold around her eyes. Her hands had been handcuffed and her feet tied with rope. She couldn't even cry properly because the blindfold was so tight around her eyes. She was lying on a carpeted floor, trembling. She knew she was far away from her dad and her grandmother's house, because she had lain on the smelly floor of that car for so long. Someone had roughly lifted her out of the back and carried her up what felt like a set of stairs. She had been thrown carelessly on the floor and it had been at least an hour since.
She thought back to when she had been at her grandmother's house. Aunt Faith had sat down next to her on the floor and told Sam that she would be right back, that she had to drop Emily and Charlie off with Uncle Fred.
It seemed that not two minutes went by before she heard a deafening crack come from the kitchen and she heard her grandmother scream briefly. Then she just stopped. Something in her told her to run away. It told her to run away fast. She was worried about Grandma, but she had to hurry. Just as she jumped up to run to the back door, she heard a chilling voice calling her name.
"Sammi?" she heard. "Samantha, where are you?" the voice singsonged. She knew the voice. She'd heard it many years before. She sprinted to the back door. She heard the pounding of boots behind her. She didn't dare turn around as she reached the door to the backyard. She was almost there. The door was stuck shut. Grandma had never got it fixed.
A gloved hand clamped over her mouth before she could cry out. She fought back. She kicked and she hit and she struggled. Through her blurred vision, she looked up at the man attacking her. The man had wild white hair and smoldering gray eyes. But the most disturbing part was the wide grin that he had on his face. He seemed thrilled to have caught her.
"I have been waiting to catch you ever since I found out you were still alive, my sweet," he said almost gently. "You're daddy is a bad man, Samantha. He deserves to be punished. I hope you understand why." Sam shook her head violently and started fighting again. "STOP YOU LITTLE BRAT!" the man said suddenly getting angry. He pushed her down on the ground and bound her hands and feet. As he let go of her mouth, she screamed for all it was worth, but it did no good. He pulled a roll of duct tape from somewhere to put over her mouth. The last thing she saw was his angry eyes as he put the blindfold over her eyes.
Now she was lying on the floor in this cold room, shivering. How was her dad ever going to find her? Did he even know she was gone? Was Grandma alright? All these things ran through her mind. She heard the same heavy boots enter the room. They moved towards her, and she tensed. The blindfold was pulled from her eyes and she saw the same man who had taken her. Now she realized that it was the man she had seen on television that morning. It was Gordon Sharp, the same man who had shot her dad and killed her mom.
"I'm really sorry I have to do this to you, Samantha," he said. "Just remember, this is all your daddy's fault." He grinned that terrible grin, and Sam was truly terrified.