Lucy couldn't see anything, not with the dark scarf wrapped around her eyes. And the gag in her mouth, plus her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were tied up too. She'd wiggled and tossed and turned until her muscles were tired. All she knew was she must be in the trunk of some car. She heard the muffled motions of other vehicles nearby. She was pretty scared, and wished she had her cell phone with her.

Finally, she could sense the vehicle come to a halt and the vibration of the motor running died down. She heard her confinement open and then she was roughly jerked out then dragged along the ground. She squirmed but it didn't do any good. She was drug for what felt like forever until her abductors pulled her to her feet, then fastened her to a wooden chair. She tried to kick them with her heeled shoes but that was next to impossible seeing as they were wrapped together. "Time for the unveiling." She heard a cold voice. The scarf was removed from her face, and she had to blink several times to shake off the blurry cobwebs from her eyesight. She saw two men standing before her, one of them was wearing a ski mask. She also appeared to be in some sort of cinder block room. It was gray and concrete, and every sound and voice echoed through it. Lucy was frightened, she'd never been held as a hostage before, or even kidnapped for that matter! Her friends had, but this was her first time and Lucy desperately hoped it would be the only time! Lucy was scared, but she was determined not to let her fear show, that would only make her kidnappers gloat and she wasn't about to to give them the satisfaction! In fact, she was ready to play the hard ball.

"All right, you sewer rats!" Lucy snarled. "What's this all about? What do you want from me? If you think I'm gonna become part of your filthy lifework, your wasting your time! Think again. Or on second thought, I'm not sure if you two maggots even know how!" The guy in the ski mask walked up to Lucy and rearing his arm back, he slapped her hard across the face. Lucy didn't yelp-she'd had hostage training-but she did wince, and the searing raw feeling on her face nearly brought her to tears.

"Shut up!" The guy hollered, then he removed his mask. Lucy's eyes widened when she recognized him: Jeffrey White! His face spelled hostile, and though she was afraid to shorten his fuse, she couldn't let him have the upper hand. "I suppose you recognize me, don't you?" White groaned, glaring at her. Lucy bit her lip and stared at him coldly.

"Look, Jeff, we know that your childhood flame really hurt you," Lucy tried to say calmly, "and I can't imagine how that must have felt..."

"Shut up!" White hollered, clenching his fists.

"I'm sure it was unlike anything you ever imagined..." Lucy continued.

"I said shut up!" White trembled in anger.

"But she's dead, White." Lucy declared. "She's gone. You eliminated her already. These poor women you've slaughtered are not Charlotte! You can't just keep taking their lives to grant yourself some temporary revenge. You'll never be satisfied."

"Shut up! Shut Up! SHUT UP!" White howled in rage, and charged at her. He was beginning to regret ever kidnapping this woman. She was different. She knew about him, too much! And as if that wasn't enough, she had the audacity to try and psychoanalyze him! He couldn't have that. He was the one in control here, not her! He furiously raised his fist to whack her face. Lucy bit her lip hard and whimpered, preparing for the horrible blow she knew was coming, but...it never came! The other man grabbed White's arm.

"Wait, wait, wait, Jeff." The guy tried to pacify him. "It's obvious this one's a piece of work. You hit her once and that didn't do any good. Even that won't keep her mouth shut. I think I have a better idea. Shall we say, more effective?" His attempts seemed to be working, for White halted his planned assault. Lucy gritted her teeth, watching every move, thankful she could still feel her face, but honestly scared as to what White's partner meant by more effective.

"Just tell me, Lance!" White growled. "Spill it, I'm listening. But it won't last long." White did, however, grant himself some brutal pleasure in pinching Lucy's shoulder really hard. She cringed in pain.

"Get...your...dirty hands...off me!" She gasped and lunging her head forward, knocked his arm away, making him release her. Boy, I'm glad that Bobby showed me the head-butt!

"Maybe she wouldn't be so difficult if she had something else to worry about." Lance sneered.

"What?" White asked impatiently.

"I...I mean, if she had someone else to worry about." Lance said proudly, looking directly at Lucy. Her eyes widened with worry. Unfortunately, yes, he'd seen that flash of fear on her face, but she was worried. Then she turned her expression into a glower. White's eyebrows rose, and his tense muscles went lax.

"Don't you dare!" Lucy hollered. She realized it was a mistake to speak out. Now, they were going to follow through with whatever they had planned just to keep her agitated. Please, God, no more murder victims! This rat's done enough!

"Like if she knew that it wouldn't be very pretty for one of her special friends, if she won't settle down that is, maybe she won't give us anymore trouble." Lance smiled evilly. White's sinister countenance curled into a sickening sneer. Lucy's heart pounded in her ears, and she wondered if the men could hear it. If only she had her cell phone, maybe her friends could track her down through the signal location, if she'd even have one that is! White faced her.

"Which friend did you have in mind? I'm listening." He said in an eerily calm voice.

"A very 'special' friend." Lance answered.

"Mmm. What would I do without you?" White asked.

"Not much, that's for sure. Not with your temper." Lance chuckled.

"What do you think, Miss Dotson?" White asked Lucy with a glare. Lucy returned his gaze with a silent scowl. "You know what I almost just did to you? I almost knocked your pretty block off. Well, that's nothing compared to what I'll do to your 'special' friend if you don't behave! You get me?"

"The FBI doesn't play nice when one of their own is involved," Lucy snarled lowly. "The joke's on you!" She hoped this would scare him, though she doubted it very much. But, she couldn't let him just go and harm her very best friend! She just couldn't!

"I think we've heard enough." White said firmly and grabbed her by the throat, making her gag. "Listen here, you pea brain," White growled. "You can't fix me. So don't even try. You women are all alike: two-timers and back-stabbers! You don't deserve to live, none of you! You only bring pain into the world. Well, I'm going to fix that! I've learned what it's like to give your heart to a woman, nothing but pain and trouble."

"You...you c...you can't kill...every woman in...the country!" Lucy sputtered between desperate breaths. This only ticked White off more, and he tightened his clasp on her neck. She choked hard and head-butted him, causing him to break his grip! Lucy gasped for air, and White wagged his hand back and forth.

"Okay, have it your way." He grunted, standing up straight. "But when the FBI finds your friend as the next victim, her blood is going to be on your head! Can't say I didn't warn you!" He laughed derisively.

"You...won't...get away...with this!" Lucy panted. The two men snickered, then turned out the light and shut the door, and Lucy was left alone.

Lucy shivered, but was thankful that they temporarily gave her some privacy. Yet, she felt terribly lonely. She struggled against her captive hog ties, but it was futile. She panted frantically. Those two thugs kept referring to her 'special' friend. That could only mean one person! She only hoped and prayed that the team could keep her safe and beef up their security skills 'til they found Lucy. "Come on, guys." She pleaded. "Don't fail me! I know you can find me...please. Don't fail me now!"