Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING FROM CSI:NY OR SAW!!
Oh my gosh, you are all keeping me on my toes with this story...lolz I hope you enjoy this chapter!! ( Would it make it annoying if I were to switch between Mac and Stella's POV per chapter...like this chapter is Mac and the next will be Stella's?? let me know!)
Mac's POV
I tried moving my legs and other arm to find that they were free, all except my left wrist. I tried pulled my hand foward to see if I could slide it out of the chain.
" Idiot...why would he chain me up if I could fit my hand through." I said resting my right hand on my lap. The second my hand touched my right leg I remembered my gun, " Did they take it!?" I thought feeling on my sides and finding the holster empty.
"...my flashlight!" I checked the holder on the back of my jeans and found my flashlight tucked inside. Removing it from the holder, turned it on and flashed it around the room. I could see a door not too far away, a broken chair was beside me. There was nothing else in the small room I was confined in.
Teeth sat on top of it while broken finger nails stuck out from the wood, half a brick was sitting underneath it. I flashed the light onto my left hand and saw that there was no way of me sliding it out other than." No..no..." I thought as beads of sweat started to form on my face as I thought about what I had to do.
"...okay.." I said putting the flashlight in my mouth, lifting it to see my hand up aganist the wall. Picking up the brick under the chair, I turned as much as I could towards the wall my chained hand rested aganist.
I focused my eyes on my hand and the flashlight shook in my mouth. I blinked a few times, pulled back the brick, and threw it foward.
I AM SORRY ITS SHORT...I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LONGER BUT I WANTED TO END WIHT A CLIFF HANGER! REVIEW OR NOT...THE CHOICE IS YOURS...