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CH2: Trapped
Bonnie's POV.
The first thing that made Bonnie realize that she was still awake was her throbbing headache. It was like she had a handover on top of a nasty head cold. For a moment she just lay there, grateful she wasn't as dead as she assumed she would be.
Then the cold from the cement floor crept into her bones. A deep baritone was quoting from the bible.
"Even though I walk through the valley of death, because you are with me, I will fear no evil."
If only she had that much faith. Almost not wanting to, Bonnie cracked open her eyelids, but the room was pitch dark. Even though she couldn't see beyond her nose, she could hear the subtle shuffling of feet.
The dripping of water.
Someone breathing heavily beyond her sight. This was definitely not where she wanted to wake up.
"It's a girl, right?" A male voice asked from the abyss.
A harsher voice answered. "Or it's a drag queen wearing white diamonds."
"Does it look like she works out?" A younger, more excited voice asked.
Who were these people? Where was she?
"Does she seem injured?" a concerned voice asked.
All through it the raspy voice, the kind you only got after smoking several decades, kept up his scripture.
Were lights coming up, or were her eyes just adjusting to the lack of light? From her position cheek-down on the ground, Bonnie began to make out bars, like a prison, and feet. Behind the bars.
"Look people I'm the closet, but I didn't just pull out night vision goggles from my ass." the meaner voice said.
"But it's a girl, for sure, right?" The first voice asked again.
"Even if it was," the mean voice said as he snorted, "you wouldn't know what to do with her."
"Hey!" the higher pitched voice squeaked, "How many times do I have to tell you I am the original Boston Strangler and that you are the pale, uninspired copycat?"
Bonnie's vision cleared enough for her to tilt her head. The cell nearest her contained a mid-30's man with a scowl on his face. The kind of guy that looked like he would get into a bar fight at the drop of a hat.
Across from him was a younger man, a teenager, even. Scrawny with light acne, he didn't look like he belonged in a bar, let alone a place like this. But like the other men, he was behind bars. There were several men down the row, but she couldn't make out their faces. Only one cell didn't have a man's face plastered to it. Bonnie couldn't make out exactly what was going on down there, but there seemed to be a figure on a cot towards the back of the cell.
"She's breathing right?" The teen asked. "He wouldn't throw her in here if she was dead already, would he?"
A man with a heavy accent added "Unless she's supper…"
Caroline's POV.
Caroline squirmed on the small bar stool. A very large pink and orange drink sat in front of her, with brightly colored umbrellas sticking out, and a section of pineapple. She hated pineapple. Why she let Elena convince her to buy the damn drink, Caroline wasn't quite sure.
As the other two girls laughed at a young financial executive's jokes, Caroline checked her cell phone again.
Nothing.
She'd called Bonnie a dozen times now, each message begging her co-worker to call her back and let her know that she got home safe and sound.
Apparently twelve times wasn't enough, as she hit speed dial number four again. The phone didn't even ring; it went straight to voicemail just like it had the other dozen times.
"This is Bonnie Bennett. Thank you for calling. Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can."
Caroline waited for the beep, then started, "Bon, I am getting worried. Please call me back, like right now."
She flicked off the phone to find Elena looking at her.
The woman patted Caroline's hand. "She's curled up reading the twilight series, or whatever losers like her do on a Friday night instead of getting laid."
Caroline was not all that certain about that statement. Bonnie hated the twilight series with a passion.
"I think I should go by and check on her."
Elena's face scrunched up in anger and Katherine moaned, "you can't go Caroline. You're our wing girl!"
As much as Caroline might appreciate the fact that they wanted her as their wing woman, she had a feeling in her gut that something was wrong.
"I've got to go." Caroline said and stepped off the stool gathering her things.
"No, no, no!" Katherine moaned, but Elena pulled her friend back towards the bar.
"Let her go. She's just bringing down the energy anyway." Once Elena got Katherine reseated, she yelled towards Caroline, "but mark my words Bonnie is fine."
Oh how Caroline wished that were the case.
Bonnie's POV.
Bonnie could no longer keep her body still, praying that this was all just a nightmare. It had been going on too long, and she could feel the grainy texture of the cement against her palms.
This was real.
This meant she was going to have to face it.
With a groan, she pushed herself up off the cold floor.
"She's alive!" The teen exclaimed.
"Goddammit" a wiry man from the back of the room cursed. Bonnie was pretty sure it was the voice that had been chanting scripture. "Forgive me father for I have taken your name in vain."
The rise and fall of the scripture began again.
"Yeah but she ain't moving much." another voice from deeper within the dungeon said. He looked like the type of guy that you did not want to meet in a dark alley, or a darkened dungeon.
Bonnie curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs and wondering what she had done in a previous life to deserve this.
"Maybe she's paralyzed." the teen said sounding surprisingly sympathetic.
The meanest of the bunch and also the closet sneered. "Then she'd be right up your alley, wouldn't she, Jeremy?"
"Hey" Jeremy squealed. "That's not fair!"
The mean man didn't even look to the teenager, he locked Bonnie's gaze.
"It's been one year, three months…."
Bonnie tried to stay strong. She tried not to flinch under his withering glare, but her body betrayed her. Before she knew it, she'd risen and was backpedaling until she hit a wooden door. There was no escape in that direction.
The man lashed out with his arm. Bonnie scrambled away, but unfortunately that drove her deeper into the cell block. She found a camera, its red light blinking brightly.
"Help me! Someone please, help me!" she cried out to the camera.
One of the men scoffed. "He's the one that put you in here."
Bonnie searched the cells for someone anyone who might be sympathic to her plight. Since he was not at the cell door Bonnie ran to the man who was lounging on his cot.
"Please help!" she begged.
Without saying a word, the man brought his chin up. His eyes were devoid of compassion. They were devoid of caring. Bonnie felt more disturbed than she did with the rapist in the first cell.
"And twenty days since I've had a bitch like you…"
Bonnie ran back to the front of the room. There may be a door there, but at least there wasn't a man trying to claim her. Bonnie pulled on the door handle, desperately trying to get it open.
An intercom system beeped to life. A distorted female voice announced, "random cell door opening on the count of three."
Jeremy's POV.
Jeremy clapped his hands together. You just never knew what was going to happen in the dungeon. "Oh I hope it's me!"
In the cell neck to Klaus's, Tyler shook his head. "No way, I'm due." He snorted towards Jeremy.
"You got that fat, deaf, Mexican last time and still couldn't take him down."
It was Jeremy's turn to snort. He so rarely got those. "Yeah right. Like you fared any better with the lumber jack."
"Wait a minute!" Tyler exclaimed that guy was strong.
At the back of the cellblock Elijah reached through the cell doors. "Ma'am, I know that you don't know me and are disoriented and afraid."
Like the biggest understatement in the history of understatements.
Elijah continued, "But you must trust me."
Yeah right.
Luckily, the woman didn't seem to believe Elijah any more than Jeremy. She continued to tug on the door.
"Pull all you want, bitch, the door's double locked from the outside."
Klaus may be a sadistic serial rapist/ murderer; however, he wasn't wrong on that one.
"With a larger, metal door behind it," Elijah stated.
Neither was Elijah. Yet the woman still tugged.
"But hey, go for it!" Jeremy stated. She didn't seem to be catching on that her stay here was not voluntary.
"Three." the chime voice stated.
Oh goodie! No matter who got out, this was going to be like pull-up-a-chair-and-get-your-double-buttered-popcorn-ready-to-go kind of good.
"Please let it be me," Tyler said his hands clutched in a prayer, although Jeremy wasn't so sure how god would take to granting the other serial rapist-murder his wish.
Jeremy was pretty sure it didn't work that way. Although, clearly, Alaric felt otherwise, as he knelt down, his lips muttering a prayer.
"Help!" the woman screamed, beating her bloody fist against the door.
"No one can here you, bitch!" Klaus said.
"You are ours…"
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