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Here's the next chapter- a day early! Enjoy!

Maggie-

Belle leaves not long after she arrives, warnings that I need to change into the clothes she brought me and that I really should eat. I finish off the food quickly. It's bland but it's something in my stomach and feels good. The little warmth is enough to push away the chill from the dark, damp basement.

I turn to face the clothes. It could definitely be worse. It's a tank top with a lower neck than I would ever wear in public and a pair of leggings that would end about halfway down my calves. There is also a thin sweatshirt. I think about putting it on, wonder if it's better to look like I'll just submit to everything. But chances are they know I'm a FBI agent and would put up more of a fight. Before I do anything, I want to see who exactly I'm dealing with. Will Juan appear or will one of his higher ups be in charge.

So, I wait. I try to push away the doubts, the worries, the questions. Instead I try to focus on more positive things. Like how OA knows I'm missing. I heard him call for me. Mosier and Jubal will do whatever they need to to find me. I know OA will never let me down. And I am strong. I can do this.

The moon is in the middle of the sky when I hear footsteps again. I've been fighting off sleep for what I assume to be a couple hours, not able or willing to relax in this situation. I feel my body tense as I wonder who will walk through the door. I hear a deadbolt slide and the door creaks open and then closed.

"Maggie," the voice snarls. "So good to officially meet you."

It throws me off that he knows and says my name the way he does. I fight away chills at the way it slips off his tongue like poison.

"It's nice to have the person who is making life so difficult for me out of the way. And how sweet you are." He is looking at me like I'm a meal in front of him rather than a person and this time I can't help the shiver that runs through my body. He notices and pleasure flickers in his eyes.

He steps toward me getting too close for comfort but there is no where for me to go. I fold my arms in front of me feigning annoyance, but not sure I convey it strongly enough to be believable.

He take another step closer and I automatically step back and become frustrated when I hit the wall behind me. His eyes show the same level of evil as they did when he was outside that window staring at Ria in the hospital. When he takes another step, he's close enough to touch me, and as his hand reaches out I find myself moving quickly to the side to try to get out of reach.

The move fails and he grabs my wrist hard. He pulls and I slam into the brick wall. His hand encloses around my neck, and he puts enough pressure that I have to gasp for breath. He gets so close his body is touching mine and his cheek brushes against the side of my face.

"When one of my girls tells you to do something, do it. When I tell you to do something DO IT!"

My ear is ringing as he pulls away and releases my neck. I'm heaving, trying to suck in as much oxygen as I can. The man who entered with him laughs wickedly.

"You have three minutes to change." He pauses. "Or you won't eat for a week."

Then they are gone and I'm left shaking and trying not to cry. The tough act isn't going to save me here. To be honest, with Juan in charge, I'm not sure anything will.

XXXXX

Belle returns in just a couple minutes to make sure I've changed.

"Don't do that," she pleads with me.

I just look at her.

"You don't want to mess with them. Really. Just do what they say. Okay?"

I look away and nod once.

"Tomorrow will be the hardest," she warns again. Her expression has gone soft and her voice is so very quiet and sad.

"They will stay until they break you. It's best not to fight. The longer you fight, the worse it will be and the longer it lasts."

I know what she's talking about, but my mind won't go there. I can't allow that to happen, I can't become that kind of victim. But I'm so tired. So tired of fighting. I have to stay strong. I have to find a way out of here. I can't give up.

"Was anyone else brought here in the last two days? Someone else new?" I need to know if the nanny, Morgan, is here.

"Yeah, two new girls. Why?" she looks at me warily trying to figure out why I'm asking.

"Is one named Morgan?"

"I don't know any real names. Now they go by Sweet Pea and Doll." Her hands are on her hips again.

"She's young," I say. "Long, brown hair, hazel eyes, tall?"

"Sounds like Doll. She arrived last night." Belle turns to face the door and starts to leave.

"Is she here now?"

Belle stops. "Why are you asking these questions. You're just going to get in trouble. I don't want any trouble. You hear me?"

"Please?" I ask quietly. I need to know and know she's starting to wonder what's going on.

She purses her lips and looks at me hard.

"She's here, yes." Then, Belle knocks on the door and the other man opens it for her. He licks his lips as he looks at me before closing the door behind her.

XXXXX

I'm not sure how long I sit here waiting for something to happen, but I'm freezing. It is cold down here and I have nothing to keep me warm other than the few thin layers I was given. I know, more than anything, this is part of the process. They need me to suffer so that I need them, have to do what they want of me. I can't let that happen.

From the small window I can see the sun is starting to cast rays of lighter blue and pink across the sky. I have maybe a couple hours before the men are back. That's not much time.

I search for anything here that can help me. Anything at all, but there is nothing. There is nothing that can keep me safe. Nothing that can protect me. I need a plan. I need one now. Thankfully, I think I have an idea.

OA-

It didn't take long for Kristen to run the plate. It came up as stolen which is irritating but expected. Another dead end. But there are agents out all over the city looking for the van, looking for where Maggie could be hidden.

I can't help but go back to David. He's a mysterious figure in all this. So secretive and his nanny goes missing shortly after we talk? Near millionaire bank teller? Definitely strange.

When I talk to Mosier and Jubal about this, they send me and another agent, Anderson, to talk to David again.

When we arrive at his house, no one answers the door. We enter but it's quiet. Too quiet. Apparently David is in the wind. Anderson calls Kristen after we find another ID with David's picture but a different name. After running it through the database, Kristen has a lead.

"OA, listen to this. David Westfield's alias, David Wallaby, is listed as the buyer for three buildings all purchased about eighteen months ago. I traced the account he used and it's the same one used to make purchases for the gang run by Juan de la Rosa. That account hasn't been used in the last twelve which is how nothing ever came of it. That case went cold. Mosier is sending other agents to meet you at the first of the three buildings and other teams are being sent to the two other locations. We have a few agents out making quick runs past to see if we find anything. I'll keep you posted."

We are out of the house and on the way in moments.

I'm coming, Mags. Hold on.

AN: I'll try to post another chapter this weekend. A little love goes a long way, so please tell me your thoughts! Thanks!