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Tori's POV

When I woke up, I panicked: I wasn't in my room. Then it all came rushing back to me. The bush daisies, Chad, and waking up in the hospital. So where the hell was I know? My mind was still groggy, and the question loomed over me like a mountain.

I thought back to everything my dad had taught me. I couldn't see, so I had to use my other senses. I could hear cars whizzing past outside, so I was… near a highway? It was too big to be the trunk of a car, so that was somewhat comforting. A sudden bump sent me flying, and, unable to use my hands to stop myself, I crashed into a metal wall.

I groaned in pain, but at least I knew where I was now. Why couldn't I use my hands? I tried to wiggle them before I realize they were tied together. Same with my feet.

Turns out I was right to panic.

We drove for what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than ten or fifteen minutes. I 'entertained' myself thinking about all the horrible things that whoever took me could want with me. Were they after my dad, was it for money…were they human traffickers? I started to hyperventilate.

When we suddenly stopped, I was thrown against the wall again. But this time, I landed on something warm and squishy. At first I thought it was an animal or a pillow, but the moan that was let out from underneath me let me know otherwise. It was a human, and made my trafficking theory all the more plausible.

Bright light assaulted my eyeballs as a shadowy figure stepped into the opening at the back of the truck. I blinked, trying to see them better, but I was quickly thrown over their shoulder. I struggled as best I could, but no avail. I could see behind me though.

A pile of black and blue hair melded into the darkness as I was carried away. I found myself in the back of another vehicle, this time a van, and my overly, and unusually, slow brain was still trying to put together who it was I had seen before.

By the time my brain put two and two together, I could see her approaching. Jade. Which gave me a clue as to who our captors were: Chad and that other guy, whose name we never did get.

Jade was literally hurled into the back, and landed in a heap near the door. She didn't move. I inched over to her, moving as fast as I could with tied arms and legs. The van was moving by the time I got to her.

"Jade!" I whisper-yelled in her ear. No response. "Jade! Wake up!" After about five minutes of this, she finally stirred, but didn't wake up.

In a desperate attempt to wake her up, I said her name a bit louder, but it was enough. The driver, the unknown guy with black hair, shouted at Chad, "Get back there and shut them up!"

Chad, who didn't appear too bright, asked, "How?"

"I dunno, find some rags or something!" Chad climbed into the back and rooted around in some boxes. He pulled out some oily, stained rags that had, at one time, been white, but were now slightly green. He shoved one in Jade's mouth first before turning to me.

I refused to open my mouth. "C'mon, Tori, please? Just open your mouth?" I shook my head.

The driver seemed furious now. "Jesus Christ, Chad! What the hell is taking so long?"

"She won't open her mouth, Adam." So that was his name.

"Well make her!"

Again, Chad asked, "How?"

"Pinch her nose. Do it quick or else I'm gonna have to pull over and come back, and it's not gonna be pleasant." I heard a gun click from the front seat, and I sat up straight. Chad turned to me. He reached out to close my nose with greasy fingers, but I opened my mouth first. He smiled slightly at me, and mouthed thank you as he stuffed the rag inside my mouth. I cringed at the taste and slumped back against the wall to wait out the ride.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the van had stopped in the parking lot of some warehouse. It was old, and the red brick had faded to a mottled brown. The ceiling was missing a few places, and many windows were broken or missing.

We were taken into the warehouse through a back door. After walking down a dark hallway, we emerged into a small cement room filled with pipes. The light here was dim, most of it coming from an old warning light that flashed orange. I was set down at one side of the room, and Chad retied my hands around a green pipe and took out the rag. I spat out the foul taste.

Jade was tied to a pipe on the floor at the other side of the room, still unconscious, but lying down. At least, I hope she was unconscious. I couldn't see her breathing, and I hadn't checked when we were in the van. The only sign of life was the moan and the slight shift in her sleep.

Chad and the other guy left through a thick, metal door, and I heard a lock click shut. I looked around the room, trying to figure out a way to escape.

Jade groaned from the other side of the room, breaking my train of thought.

"Jade! You okay?" She stared up at the celing, as if she couldn't hear me. "Jade?" I asked, worrying. Her eyes flitted around the room before landing on me.

She winced as she sat up. "I've been better," she stated, matter of factly. "Do you remember what happened? Or how we got here?"

"Well, you were unconscious the whole ride here, so –"

"That explains a lot," she interrupted me.

"Yeah," I drew out the word, "so how come you just woke up?"

She looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I've been up for awhile. I'm pretty sure I was drugged. But, how come we woke up at different times."

Jade shrugged. "Maybe we got different doses." I nodded, and we fell into silence for a few minutes, both examining the room we were stuck in.

Then, Jade slumped over. "Jade!" I screeched. I was terrified. I struggled desperately with the ropes on my arms, but they didn't budge. Finally, I collapsed from exhaustion.

I woke up to a soggy burger being pushed in front of me. Chad was squatting down in front of me, looking concerned. He looked relieved when I woke up.

"I got you some food," he said. It was only then I realized that I hadn't eaten in…well, a very long time. But I was suspicious of the food. I eyed it warily, and Chad looked sad. "It's from McDonalds," he said, pointing to the bag. "I'll leave it here."

He placed it back in the wrapper and stepped away. He went over to the other side of the room and began checking Jade. He shook her side, and eventually, after several minutes, she woke up.

I let out the breath I was holding in. She wasn't dead. That's a plus. But something was definitely wrong with her.

It was only when Jade sat up that I realized they had changed our bindings. Each of us was connected to our pipes by a chain around one of our wrists. It was a relatively simple binding, chain from a hardware store locked by thick padlocks, probably from the same hardware store. It gave us the ability to move our hands and move a couple of feet across the room, but we were still pretty far apart.

Chad left the room quickly after Adam called him. Jade looked at me, confused. "Tori? Where the hell are we?"

"You mean you don't remember?" I asked. This was bad, really, really bad.

"Not really."

"The guys from Nozu, do you remember them?"

"Sorta."

"Well, they took us."

"Oh." That was all she had to say, like it was a normal thing. Jade gazed around the room, and eventually sighed. She scooted forward and picked up her hamburger.

"Jade!" I screamed. "We don't know where that's been. They could have poisoned it or something!"

"Well, they're either gonna poison us, or starve us to death. Personally, I prefer poison," Jade stated, as she started to eat her burger. I debated it for a few moments, before doing the same. It was okay, somewhat cold, but it was as good as you're gonna get from McDonalds.

Jade finished her burger quickly, and then stared up at the ceiling while I finished. "So…" she dragged out the 'o', highlighting the awkward tension in the room.

"So," I repeated her action, neither of us knew what to say. Because, really? We were kidnapped! What are you supposed to say?

Jade slumped back against the wall, but winced once her head made contact with the wall. "Shit!" she groaned, as she lifted her hand to her head. Gingerly, she felt along her skull, as I waited anxiously. "I think I know why I didn't remember anything," she stated after a pregnant pause.

"Well?"

"Pretty sure I got a concussion." She turned her hand around so I could see it. It was red, covered with blood. She rubbed her nose with her other hand, then pointed next to me. Her motions were getting sloppy. "It would explain why there are several of you. Unless you have some twins you didn't tell me about."

"Jade –" I stopped; I didn't know what to say. Jade shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm tired," she said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. She maneuvered onto her back, careful with her head.

"Jade, you know, you really shouldn't…fall asleep." It was too late; her eyes were closed as she adventured into the land of nod.

I, too, soon fell asleep, only to be woken by Chad staring intently at me. "Get up," he said, as he unlocked my hands. Confused, I followed him.

After several twists and turns, we arrived at a grimy orange door. "No funny business or Jade gets it," Chad stated as he pushed me through the door.

I emerged into a bathroom, most likely a woman's from the lack of urinals. Cautiously, I pushed open the first stall door. To my surprise, the water was still running. I suppose they must have rented it or something, because the lights worked too.

Someone was paying the bills.

I quickly did my business, and tried to search for a way out, but found none. Nothing that wouldn't get me or Jade killed. So, I returned to the hallway.

Chad escorted me to the room. Jade brushed past me as I passed back into it, Adam supporting and leading her. She glanced at me, but tripped over a small ledge and averted her gaze to the floor.

She returned several minutes later, and Adam locked her to the pipe again. We didn't speak until they left.

"Don't go to sleep this time, Jade."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Jade…" I trailed off, warningly.

"If you don't want me to sleep, then what are you gunna do about it?" she challenged. She seemed slightly better than before; her words weren't as slurred.

I was silent, but an idea, a memory really, hit me. "Do you remember Andre's grandma's advice?"

"To wear tin foil hats and shirts? 'Cause that's not happening." She raised an eyebrow.

"No! To sing." Jade just stared at me like I was Andre's grandma. Quietly, I began. "Here I am, once-"

Jade interrupted me. "If you're going to sing, at least sing something good."

"Fine," I replied, exasperated, "what do you want to sing?"

So that's how we ended up singing an endless playlist of old rock songs. We sang until we couldn't anymore, then fell into a semi-comfortable silence.

3rd Person POV

Above Tori and Jade, Adam and Chad watched them from a room with a one-way window. "What'd I tell you? We got a bunch of song birds."

Just for the record: I'm no doctor, and this story is fiction, so don't expect anything to be medically accurate.

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