Before Addien could move, or speak, the man tore her from the bench and pressed a cloth hard beyond her teeth. The sour chemical filled her head within moments, inhaling it into her lungs she felt it burn as she slipped slowly out of consciousness. The man lifted her limp, lifeless body from the sidewalk as a black Lincoln pulled up beside them. A younger man, tall and slender took her and lugged her into the trunk of the car. "No one saw you, right?" he asked, igniting the vehicles engine, and checking the mirrors anxiously.
Slipping into the backseat the older man crossed his arms across his chest impatiently. "Don't be an idiot. I've been doing this a long time." he snapped, pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket and lighting it with a puff of smoke. "No one will even care that she's gone. She made it so bloody easy." he cackled, slapping his knee and shaking his head. The car cruised along, crossing New York state lines into Maine. They must have driven for hours after leaving New York, before slowly pulling to a stop outside of a small wooden building. The younger man smiled and stepped out, cramming the keys into his back pocket. "Grab her. Leave her here for a couple days. I want her good and panicked." The younger man nodded and popped the trunk, where Addien still lay unconscious; grabbing her he drug her into a small room and chained her hand to the pipe that jutted out of the wall. Glaring down at her, he knocked her back onto the ground with his foot and locked the door behind himself.
Pulling away the sun slowly tucked behind the evergreens, the younger man looked in the rearview mirror and for a moment, a deep regret filled his eyes, as he watched the building grow small behind him. His foot hovered a moment atop the break-pedal, he couldn't understand why this was different, why she was different. A tear gathered in his eye and skidded down his cheek as he shifted gears and kicked up dirt from beneath the wheels.
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Addien's eyes snapped open as memories flooded her mind; gripping her temples in pain she tucked her face into her knees. She blinked rapidly, starting at the ground beneath her trying to accustom her eyes to the dark that surrounded her now. She tried to stand, only to be yarned from her feet again by her wrist, which was still chained to the wall beside her. "What in the fuck…" she let out in a harsh whisper. The fear washed over her, she could feel it making its way from her gut up to her chest. It was a heat that burned a path over her body and smoldered in her cheeks, the room grew hot and spun around her like a dream; it had to be a dream; please, let it be a dream! She whipped her arm around franticly trying to free herself, tears dropping from her face and soaking the front of her shirt – it was hopeless. Falling onto her back she placed her feet firmly on the wall and attempted to break free, pushing all her weight against the wall, and pulling with all her strength on her wrist and arm. The blood trickled down the rusted metal bracelet as she slowly lost her will. "Where am I?" she cried into the empty room, shadows clung to everything, even as her eyes focused to the darkness. She could make out sinks, and large exposed rusted pluming all around her. There was a metal table of sorts directly in front of her, and an old tank to her left.
Everything smelled of mildew and the floor felt damp to the touch, her breathing was ragged, her chest rose and crashed in rapidly, trying to comprehend the situation she had been placed in. 'Exits' she thought to herself, scanning the corners of the room. "Nothing!" she slammed her hands into the ground, hitting something, and sending it across the room. Addien tried to focus her eyes toward the object, it was out of her arms length, but she could reach it with her feet. Kicking her shoe off, she lay out on her back and stretched for it. It was a necklace; she could feel it under her flesh, as she drew it closer. Sitting up her snatched it up, running it between her thumb and index finger. "What…?" she whispered in confusion, looking down at a set of military dog-tags. It was too dark to make out the name, so she tucked them safely into her bra. She needed to find a way out, and fast.
-Eerrt- She heard the door slowly open, and her face automatically whirled toward the noise. Footsteps sounded from the room in front of her; she could see light surrounding the cracks where the doors hinges were. She was saved! Someone had found her! "I'm in here! I'm here!" she bellowed, rattling the metal chain against the pipe, releasing a loud tang that echoed though the room. "I'm here! I'm here!" she yelled again, beating her hands against the dirty floor. Shadows fell in front of the door, before a blinding light filled the space around her. Her eye-lids slammed shut as she threw her free arm in front of her face, shielding her eyes from it. She heard the door slam shut again, opening her eyes slowly, she could see only static. Wiping the tears away, she tried to focus again. Slowly, her vision came back, and slowly, she realized, she was no longer alone.