Objects and pictures swim about my head, making it throb and feel very heavy. I keep my eyes closed, not curious to know if I have another hangover, even though I don't recall ever drinking.

After a moment's consideration, I decide to open my eyes just a crack.

Blackness.

I open my eyes fully and look around, moving my head slowly so as to avoid any further throbbing. There's a bittersweet taste in my mouth, and my throat is parched a fair amount.

All around me is dark. The only spot of light seeping into the room is on me. I look down to view my situation.

Holy Shit.

I'm tied to a chair.

I glance around furtively, trying to find some sign that might tell me what I am doing here.

Further more, where the hell am I?

I think back as far as I can.

What was I doing yesterday? I ask myself groggily.

Staring dimly at the cuffs of my jeans, a flood of memories suddenly overwhelms me, making my head throb harder than ever.

Indy kissing me, the stool, the thud in the dirt, the hands on my mouth, that putrid sweet smell, passing out, I watch the reel of experiences like a movie. When it finishes my head flies up with a gasp, me ignoring the fact that this only increases the pain in my head.

My breathing just quickens and my pulse flies faster than a hummingbird. I stare, wide-eyed, around the room that I can't see.

I figure that whoever has captured me is going to come in this cell at one point or another. Sooner or later, they'll have to come and visit Miss Ravenwood.

I sit in the chair and wait, deciding to unleash my wrath on my captors later on.

A click of a lock and the slithering sound of a door being opened make me wake up with a start.

I watch the space of darkness in front of me for any sign of movement.

"Good evening." A voice greets me.

Good evening? Exactly how long have I been here?

"Hello." I greet the unseen interrogator, putting an edge of steel in my voice.

Some Arabic is muttered, revealing that there is more than one person in the room. I keep my gaze in front of me, as calm and collected as I can possibly be.

Which, knowing me, isn't saying very much.

"How are you feeling mademoiselle?" The person asks, stepping forward into the light.

I hold back a shout as I recognize the person's face.

Frenchy.

Okay, Ravenwood, don't panic. Who cares if this was the guy who you were supposed to not get captured by or let near the camp? Just remain calm.

Small chance of that, let me tell you.

"Fine." I say smoothly. Except for the fact that my head is hurting, I'm thirsty and hungry, and I'm tied to a chair.

"Good." He tips his head to the side and smiles at me, and as handsome as this man is, the smile gives me no pleasure. "I'm sorry that we had to kidnap you like this, Mademoiselle Ravenwood, but it was necessary."

I catch the use of my own name and correct him. "I'm not 'Madmoiselle Ravenwood'. I'm Helga, Mr. Ravenwood's assistant."

"Nonsense." Frenchy spats. "There's no mistaking those eyes, Mademoiselle Ravenwood, the exact replica of your father's."

My heart splutters with fear once more. It's obvious that there's going to be no easy way out of this.

I glare as hard as possible. "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Frenchy grabs a chair and sits across from me, crossing his legs leisurely. When I don't reply to his question, he says, "The Headpiece to the Staff of Ra."

I don't answer, continuing to glare at him. How much I wish Indy was here, how much I wish he could just beat this guy's ass and get me out of here, you have no idea.

"We needed you," He continues, polishing a pair of reading glasses, "For leverage so your father might...negotiate to give us the Headpiece." Frenchy leans forward and gets his face VERY close to mine, but I don't even flinch. "Do you think kidnapping you will help persuade him?"

I stare unblinkingly at this idiot, because he clearly has not met Crazed Archaeologist Abner Ravenwood.

"Nah," I say flatly, "It'll probably just give him more confidence to work harder because his nuisance of a daughter is out of his way." Frenchy's shocked expression brings a sadistic little smile to my freckly face. "You might as well just hold me here for a day or two more before sending me back, because honestly, it's not going to make a difference."

Frenchy says nothing, only gives a quick nod. Something cold and sharp is pressed against my throat and I jump. A stinging rips through my skin and I feel a small tickle of blood run down my neck.

"Oh, I think Dr. Ravenwood will negotiate with us." Frenchy says cheerfully. "I think he will be most....eager to hand over the Headpiece."

I don't make a single sound or movement. With another nod, the blade is take off of my neck and I gasp.

What calm and collected part of me there was suddenly snaps and I start to scream.

"Let me go you slimy bastard!" I screech, hoping I can be heard. "I didn't do shit to you!"

Frenchy laughs. "Maybe this will teach you not to be uncooperative, Mademoiselle Ravenwood."

Anger surges through me, anger at this idiot who thinks he can keep ME contained. Since I'm incapable of punching him ( my hands are tied behind the chair) I swing my leg up and try to kick him, but it's shackled to the floor.

"Ah, a spitfire." Frenchy laughs. "How...appealing."

I spit in his face.

He straightens himself with a haughty look and begins to walk out.

"I'm giving your father three days to turn the Headpiece in." He says softly as he opens to the door to my cell. "You better hope for your sake that he brings it to me by then, young woman." He pauses and looks behind me at one of his henchmen. "Because I would hate for my friend to mar that pretty face of yours." He motions for Patches to walk out with him, which he thankfully does.

"You bastards!" I scream. "You fucking assholes! I'll get you for this! I'll make you pay!" The promise is set, and I am going to keep it or die trying.

Frenchy and Patches just laugh and slam the door. I hear him mutter through the door, "You and I will be good acquaintances, Miss Ravenwood, I believe. Good acquaintances indeed."

Great. I've always wanted to get acquainted with someone who captured me and tied me to a chair.

I continue screaming for five minutes so, until my voice is hoarse and my throat is more parched than before. I struggle against the ropes and try to get free, but only exhaust myself further. My head seems to have a heartbeat.

I sit there, chest heaving, as realization sinks in on me. This is hopeless. I'm completely stuck.

I hang my head and let my shoulders sag now that I am alone. I fight back the terrified sob threatening to break through my emotional barrier. I let my thoughts wander, trying to ignore the feeling of uselessness welling up inside of me.

What am I going to do?

Hours, maybe even days, later, Patches enters the room with a tray of food and a cup of water.

He turns to walk out and I shout, "Oi, how am I supposed to eat this when I'm tied down?"

He just laughs and walks out.

I stare, practically starved at the measly plate of bread. I lean forward and rock back and forth on my chair until it topples over, me with it.

I land next to the tray. Using my mouth, I grab and down the glass of water and manage to take a few bites out of the stale bread before feeling nauseous. Using every muscle in my body, I straighten the chair again and wait for Patches to come back. When he does, he takes one glance at the tray and then at me, eyes widening. He starts shouting in Arabic.

Frenchy comes running in and does the same thing Patches just did. He then inspects the ropes and chains around me, seemingly puzzled when they are perfectly intact. I can't help but smile at this.

He stands up to his full height. "Well, Miss Ravenwood, you seem to be pretty bright when it comes to eating food."

He clearly has no idea what the power of hunger has over the mind and body.

I just grin at him, which seems to annoy.

He barks another order in Arabic and Patches comes forward and grabs my face.

"I'm sorry we have to go to such measures, my dear, but it's only fair." Frenchy smiles sadly as he presses a sickly smelling cloth over my face.

By the time I realize what's happened, I'm already out cold.

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