*Lora's POV*
I'm cold. And stiff. And cranky. And scared. Holy shit am I scared? These guys, they're just toying with me now. They keep injecting me with some weird stuff that makes me space out and pass out, and when I wake up they're gone again. I miss Jon. And Colby. Even Joe. But Jon more. I've managed to keep my phone hidden, turning it on for five minutes at a time when they're not here. But now, the battery is red and I'm scared that it's going to die before Jon finds me. I know he will, but without that signal, I don't know how. I don't dwell on that thought though. I can't. They're back.
"Ah, our little princess is awake again" the driver sneers as they walk in. "Now now, don't be shy. Come, talk to us for a while." "Talk to you?" I ask. "Why would I want to do that?" "Because" he says, getting in my face. "Maybe next time we decide to have fun with you we won't give you the loony juice first!" I moan as I slide away from him, new aches all the time. He grins. "Made you think now, haven't I princess?" he asks. "I want to go home" I whisper. "I want my husband. Please. I just want Jon." He laughs then coughs violently. "Your precious Jon" he says. "The one who made you get in the car with us even though you didn't want to? The one who wanted you out of the way, for you to go and have fun without him? You telling me you're not having fun, princess? I'm hurt. I'm deeply fucking hurt. Maybe I should hurt you like that hurt me, eh?" "No!" I yell, backing away again. "Please, no!" He laughs menacingly. "Oh don't worry Lora" he says. "I won't hurt you. Not saying he won't, but I won't, I promise you." I glance across at the guy who keeps injecting me. I can't do this anymore. "Why don't you just get this over with?" I snap. "Just do whatever you brought me here for? You gonna kill me? Then do it. Get it over with, for fuck sake! I can't do this anymore! I can't bear the sight of you anymore! I don't even know how long I've been here..." "Three days" the driver says without hesitation. Woah. Three days. Shit.
"You want me to kill you?" the other guy asks, getting in the cage with me. I look up at him defiantly. "Yes" I whisper. "Anything, so I don't have to see you anymore." "I could just blind you instead, you know?" he laughs. "You don't have to see me then either." I shake my head. He grabs my face and puts his nose right up to mine. "Quit with the brave girl act Lora" he says, pushing me away. "It doesn't suit you. You're just a scared little girl..." "Makes you feel good, does it?" I ask, sitting up again and grabbing the blanket for cover. "Scaring girls is what turns you on, right?" "Oh Lora" he says, walking to me and undoing his belt. "You really have no idea..." "Enough!" the driver yells, checking his phone. "We have to go." The guy glares at me. "You got lucky this time Lora" he says, doing his belt back up. "But I'll be back later, and you'll pay then. See you later sweetheart." He blows me a kiss and gets out of the cage, locking the door behind him. He waves as they leave. I wait until I hear the door close and pull out my phone. "Yes!" I whisper. Still enough battery for a text. I take a deep breath before pouring out my heart to Jon.
"Hey baby" I type. "Please, stay strong for me. I need you to be strong so much right now. I don't know how long I have left Jon, I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I need you to know that I love you now, always and forever. You are my life. Always. I love you, dumbass." I hit send and flop backwards onto my bag. "Ow, fuck!" I say, rubbing my head. There's something in the front pocket of my bag. I never use that pocket. I unzip it quickly and pull the object out that just tried to cave my skull in. Jon's charging stick. Holy shit. Suddenly full of energy, I hunt through my bag for my charger, snatching the wire out of it and plugging it in to his charging stick before praying and plugging my phone in. I've never been so happy to see the word "charging" dance across the front of my phone. I lie back and watch as the battery percentage goes up slowly, along with my sense of hope.