2 p.m. – 3 p.m.
As she came round the extreme pain was all that Sam felt. Her stomach, her head and her wrists aching and so painful. She could feel blood running down the side of her face, 'that must have been where he hit me' Sam thought. Her wrists were tided behind her back and she was lying in was she guessed was the basement of a flat. It was very dark and cold, she was alone, so whoever had taken her had left her. She struggled to manoeuvre herself into a sitting position and winced at the pain as she swung her legs round. She began pulling on the ropes around her wrist and after a lot of trying she managed to free her hands. She pulled her arms round to her knees and hugged hem tightly. She looked at her watch almost 2.30, they couldn't have gone far she thought she was on her way back to Phil at 1.45. Phil, she thought about how worried her would be by know, everyone would be wondering where she was. There would probably be a search party looking for her, retracing the footsteps both she and her abductor took less than an hour ago. She slowly reached in to her coat pocket for her phone, it was gone!
As a tear ran down her cheek she closed her eyes as drifted in and out of consciousness. She was jolted awake by the sound of a door closing near by and heavy footsteps coming closer. The clump of heavy boots sent shivers through Sam's spine and as the door to the basement opened she tried to prepare herself for what lay ahead. Sam's heart went cold as her abductor made himself known, it was David Roberts. 'Oh my God' Sam though 'He knows, he is going to rape me'
"Well, well, well, Sam" Roberts slimed towards her. "Haven't we been naughty, thought you could catch me out, you should have done your homework DS Nixon!" Sam froze under his gaze.
"How did you found out?" Sam could feel her heart pounding.
"Well you didn't do your job very well, while you and your policeman friend were talking about me in the toilet I saw your ID card sticking out of your coat pocket, now that was a very silly thing to do." He spat as he spoke, getting closer and closer to her, her heart pounded against her chest as a tear began to roll down her cheek.
"What do you want from me then? We will do anything; if you let me go we will let you go." She knew it was never going to happen especially now but she had to say something good to use as a bargaining tool. "I promise, we will close the case and won't bother you any more." She took a deep breath and waited for his response.
"I'll think about it, maybe it's you I want, why would I want to let you go?"
He walked back towards the door and turned before he left:
"See you later DS Nixon, I look forward to it"
Sam began to cry as she dreaded what would happen to her.