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Angie woke to darkness and a light pounding in her head. Her eyes were watery so she raised her hand to wipe them only to find that her other hand was coming too. She tried to pull them apart but cold metal held them together. Cuffs! With that she raised them to the cloth hood that had been pulled over her head. When she tried to pull it off a pair of hands grabbed her wrists and jerk them away.

"Easy now. Let's not get ahead of ourselves" A man's voice replied.

Ice went down her back as realization and memory came to her. The kidnapping had succeeded after all. But surly she should have been in good hands after talking to that teacher? What could they have done to her? Who was this that still held her tight? That bothered her the most at the moment. Apparently she wasn't supposed to know anything of her whereabouts. Asking might change that a little but she didn't feel like questions. Then her stomach growled and she felt an empty and painful pit at the bottom. How long have I been out?

The hands released her own but were replaced under her arms and began lifting her to her feet. A touch of dizziness set in as she stood up too fast and almost fell over but for the mysterious person beyond her sight. She heard the sound of a car door opening and felt herself lowered down to another pair of awaiting arms. Now there were at least two and this one's fingers were now digging painfully into her upper arms. That was when she decided to make an attempt to get free, at least to get her hood off.

That idea was quickly discarded as she was thrown roughly to the unforgiving cement floor. With the wind momentarily knocked from her body, disorientation set in and light spots sparkled. As it cleared she could hear footsteps, more than two sets absolutely. Then she heard a pair stop in front of her. At that moment she wasn't sure what came over her. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was impulse. Whatever it was she reached out, grabbed an ankle, and tugged with all her might. She was rewarded with a grunting crash and a shout that caused her to curl into a tight ball.

Next she knew her hood was being removed. She squinted her eyes against the light that seemed to be too much for her eyes. When a hand was presented to her she found her pride refused to let her take it. Instead she stood up on her own, shakily, but without help. The man who had offered his hand stepped forward which caused her to take a step back.

"If you'd like to keep those on by all means, but I'm sure they are causing you some discomfort."

It was then she looked at his hand to see a little silver key. She didn't want to accept anything she was offered but she couldn't help admit that he was right and so held out her hands. When they were gone he gave them to another man who took them and walked out of the large bare room. It was then she realized they were in a large garage. As she rubbed her left wrist she looked back at the man and had to restrain herself from slapping the smile off his face. How could he have a pleasant manner through this?

"Follow me" he said as he walked right past her. She turned around to see that he was walking out of the room. When she did not follow he walked back to her. "You cannot escape and these me here" he motioned to at least four other men that stood around her "will not let that happen so I suggest you follow me of your own accord. It would make things for you . . . less complicated."

This time when he turned around he did not wait for her. Angie took one look at the men around her and stepped quickly to catch up. They walked out of the room to a large hallway of sorts before they came to the wall at the end. Without a word the man took a push pin out of his pocket and pushed it into an almost unnoticeable hole near the top left corner and the wall opened. On the other side there was a man standing guard next to a laptop mounted to the wall and stairs leading down. She followed obediently but her skin still creeped across her shoulder blades. It wasn't long to the bottom but it was too narrow for more than one person to go at a time. The walls were different from the ones upstairs. They seemed more solid somehow.

Then the trip abruptly stopped at another part of wall that was marked with a number which was also opened with the pen from before. As Angie stepped inside the entrance was shut behind her. Panic set in immediately as she turned around and tried to open the door. After a few minutes of trying she beat her fist against the unrelenting wall in defeat and laid her head against it before turning around and sliding down to sit on the floor. There wasn't much else to do. The only other thing in the room was a cot in the small space. As the realization of her predicament set in she hugged her knees close to her chest and laid her forehead upon them.

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