Greg
His brown eyes cracked open. The scene was ominous. There was nothing that could be seen, the room was pitch black. There was a deafening silence that brought the young CSI the creeps.
"Hello?" he called out into the darkness. There was no answer. The stifling silence continued to haunt him.
It surprised him to find that he wasn't restrained at all. Though it took him little time to realize that even though he wasn't bound, he was still their prisoner. The room was completely ceiled from top to bottom. On top of that, the room was small; too short to stand up in, too narrow to stretch out on the ground. There was a constant drip of water from the grate in the ceiling. There wasn't a part of this cell that was comfortable.
Sighing, he sunk back down to the floor and thought on ways he could think of to get out of this predicament.
A rusty hinge screeched until the grate was opened. Two beefy arms reached into the pit and yanked the CSI from his cell. He gasped in shock and struggled to keep off as the giant nearly ripped his arm almost out of its socket.
He struggled behind the massive person, scared out of his mind. The man tossed him into a car and slammed the door angrily. Greg sat there bamboozled unknowing what to do. He went for the door, but it was locked from the inside out.
Another man took the wheel and spun the wheels on the way out.
White-knuckled, Greg held on for dear life. The car weaved in and out of the city streets, until they were rural. No matter which way he looked at it, he was stuck.
