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Maggie's POV of the last chapter~

I hear a popping sound that wakes me from sleep. I look for OA, but he isn't here, and I figure he went after the shooter. He's right to do so as it's probably connected to me, but I feel weak and vulnerable here alone. I do my best to shake the doubt. The doctor comes through the door, and I look up to ask what is happening but am shocked to see two armed men, guns pointing, charging to my side.

I have no option but to submit to their demands. One returns to the door and the other pulls the IV from my body. I cringe but do my best not to show any signs of weakness- a hard feat when every movement is excruciating. I do my best to take in every detail, every word to store away for later knowing I might need it. This time I won't go down without a fight.

The two men shove me to my feet and don't even allow me to slip on my shoes before they are pulling me along out the door and down the hall. At least they are supporting most of my weight which helps the pain I feel. I keep expecting OA to be around each corner or behind every door we take, but he never is. I silently beg and plead him to be there, to catch me before I'm gone, though I know it's very possible he won't. But I cling to hope knowing I'll need it wherever they take me.

On our way down the stairs we meet a nurse. He has kind eyes and asks what I am doing out of bed. I haven't seen him before, but he knows something is wrong. After all, I'm being rushed down the stairs barefoot and in my gown clearly in pain. When we shove passed, he tries to follow getting loud in the process about the need of getting me back into bed. One of my captors turns and smashes his gun down on the man's head. I let out a muffled cry as he collapses to the floor.

We get to the entrance of the hospital and one of the men says, "scream, and I'll shoot someone in the head." I don't dare make a sound, dont even think about doing anything to draw more attention to us than we already have.

A car pulls up, and I begin to fight the two who have a hold on me when I see the man who has plagued my sleep for the last three days in the driver's seat. I know I should have expected to see him, but the fast paced, painful trip has limited time to dwell on possibilities. I'm not sure how to cope. This is the man who feels he had the right to claim me as his own after he attacked me. I silently send a thought of thanks to OA as I remember him bringing in a bottle of rubbing alcohol to remove the word from my skin.

OA. I wonder what he's doing now, wonder if he is still searching for me in the hospital. Does he realize I'm gone? Surely he must. I hope he knows this isn't his fault, that none of this is on him, though I'm sure he blames no one but himself.

I am pushed into the car in the back and the driver of the car gets out to sit in back with me. I'm instantly terrified but do my best not to show it. As the car begins to move my original captor pulls out a gun and uses it to get me to comply as he blindfolds me and tapes my mouth. Now not only am I being taken again by the man who humiliated and gravely injured me, but now I'm blind to what is happening. He ties my wrist and ankles, too. I feel painc begin to set in, but I have to stop it, I have to remain calm. If I don't, I could hyperventilate and, without my mouth to breathe, I could die. I do the only thing I can think of to calm down: I think of my partner, the man who will do whatever it takes to save me. I know he will. And until he does, I will search for a way out myself.

My thoughts take me back to my hospital bed when I first woke up and when I first felt his hand in mine. I miss that touch, crave it even more as I sit here petrified. I think of his his touch, his laugh, his teasing remarks. I am reminded of my leather jacket he made fun of. My breathing is calm, my heart rate at a much more acceptable level. Only OA can keep me this calm in the midst of this situation when he's not even here. I don't know what I would do without him.

My thoughts are interrupted when the car comes to a screeching stop. I fly forward and slam into the back of the driver's seat. I hear laughter from the man next to me and he growls in my ear. "We're here princess. Let's have some fun."

A shiver runs through me at his words, and as hard as I try to remain calm, I'm struggling to do so. I hear them get out of the car and hands grab at my arm to pull me to my feet. The action pulls on my shoulder which is bruised from my initial beating and at my wrists behind my back. My ribs scream in agony and my legs protest as I'm forced to walk what I guess to be about 100 yards. The path is rocky and I stumble for than once.

I hear a door open and I am again pulled inside. I walk into a corner of a doorway and grimace. Another door opens and I am pulled down some stairs into a damp basement. The blindfold is ripped off along with some strands of my hair that were caught in the knot. I let out a small gasp. Before I can say anything, they are gone. The door is slammed behind them, and a lock is turned.

The room is very dark, no windows or light. I take in what I can. The room is small, about the size of the bedroom in my small apartment. There are shelves lining one side like it was once a cellar storing canned food. Along the other is a small cot on the hard, cement ground. My feet are already freezing against the cold floor and the rest of my body is shivering. I slowly make my way to the cot and sit down, letting out a quiet moan as I do. I think about how I can get myself out of here, but with no window, a locked door, no light, and little to no materials in the room, there is not much I can do. Not much to do but wait.

BREAK~

I am still in disbelief at how well the plan has worked so far. The next steps are easy. I just need to get the weapons from the male agent. I know he'll do it. It's clear he would do anything to keep her safe. And if he resisted? How fun it would be to make him pay. I hope to have an excuse to torture his little bitch in the basement. Maybe I'd have to regardless of cooperation. I can't help but laugh at the thought. For now, I'll let them both sweat it out. Let them worry, panic, image the worst possible scenario. And just when they think they will be okay, I'll really let them have it. There's no escape now.