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Cammie's POV
It was Day 24. I was tired, hungry and weak. I didn't know what to do. I really needed a plan to escape. A good plan. That was it. I went it through over and over. Until I was certain no amount of physical pain Catherine caused me would erase it.
She walked in with a computer, not bothering to glance at me as she came in.
"Now, now, now. Make a guess what you think I will do with this computer?" She smiled at me sweetly.
"Video me? And send it to your son?" I croaked.
"Haha. I tried that on others before. It worked but what good would it be to let them see you suffer. Isn't it even better to keep them in the dark, and let their imaginations run wild?" she smirked at me.
She pressed the Enter button on her computer and something shot up. They were videos – no, surveillance screens of them. Each small screen showed what each of them was doing at what point. Even Mr. Solomon and Zach were included. I wanted to puke.
"You know I can order any one of them to be dead, right? I know their exact locations and their exact movements," she whispered in my ear.
"No, you don't," I stated calmly, although I was starting to panic. Oh please, nothing could happen to them. I left to protect them, and now they were threatened.
She smiled and spoke into a phone, "Hit Sutton on the head and record her scream. Live." She turned to me, "Now listen."
Sure enough, Liz's surveillance screen turned into a frenzied amount of motions, as someone moved to strike Liz's head. She screamed and I heard it through the phone. As soon as Bex's footsteps could be heard, the person in the screen nodded and left.
"No, you didn't," I snarled at Catherine.
"Oh yes I did. Indeed," she scoffed at me. "Now you know what I can do." And she left me to myself.
I was thinking hard. That could not happen. Liz was safe, at Gallagher Academy. Surely, with my current disappearance, the security at GA could not be so low. My mind flew back to when Mr. Solomon showed me an image of battered Bex, after one of our covert operations. This kind of thing was possible. Although there was a small nagging thought in my mind that told me it might not have been fabricated, I ignored it. My mom would ensure their safety. Right now, I had to focus on my plan to escape.
Rachel's POV
My daughter's gone. My husband disappeared years ago. I've only got Abby left. Cammie… Cammie… I couldn't help the lump in my throat as I looked fondly at the seat that was so often occupied by my daughter on our Sunday snack times. Where was she? After Catherine sent us that letter, we formulated a plan. Joe's out of his coma but he is still not strong enough to come along with us. My eyes swept around the room as I checked if I had left anything behind, before we left for our mission to save my one and only daughter. Cammie, we're coming. Stay strong. You have to be strong too, Rachel. Your daughter is coming home.
~Rernay