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Cam POV
I was tired, exhausted actually. I sat in the corner of my tiny cell, which was about the size of a queen bed. There were shackles around my wrists and ankles. My face and other parts of me were bruised and I was in pain. I had been in this place for five days, and it was not getting any better. For not the first time, I felt like crying.
I turned to the door of my cell when it opened. A large and burly man slid a plate with unidentifiable content on it. I was fed the exact same thing everyday twice a day, and I still didn't know what I was eating. I poked at the mush with my plastic fork. I was hungry, so my only option was to eat it or starve. But the more I thought about it, dying was not such a bad option at the time. Please, please come soon. Somebody…anybody, take me away from here. I thought. Zach, Bex, mom, anybody.
When I had finished half of my food and reached the point where I couldn't eat anymore without vomiting, I tried to fall asleep. Just as I was about to give into blackness, the door swung open again. This time four strong men came into me cell and pulled me up off the ground. The shoved me down the hallway and into a room that had a single chair in it. Oh no, not again. I had been in this room a couple times already, thats where my bruises and cuts had come from. The men shoved me into the chair in the middle of the floor and locked me into it. There were a total of thirteen locks they used, and on another occasion, I could have unlocked probably all of them. But I barely had the strength to walk, so I would have to sit tight in the uncomfortable chair. A new man, who was smaller then the ones standing behind me, in a very nice and expensive suit paced in front of me. He looked evil and frustrated.
"The flash drive, where is it!?" He yelled at me.
"I've told you a million times, I don't know what flash drive your talking about!" I screamed back, which was a mistake. In a few quick steps, the man had crossed the room and was inches away from me. He lifted his hand and…smack! My face burned from the hard slap. I felt the tears coming up again, but I shut them down hard.
"Your father, Mathew Morgan, had a flash drive that held very, very precious information. And we know you know where it is." The man stared at me with a terrifying expressing when I realized the knife in his front pocket on his left side. "And even if you don't, since you are his daughter, and fathers usually tell their daughters things. We could get you to find it for us." He was grinning now.
"He never told me about any flash drive. And I have no idea where it could be." I said, my voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. Every word hurt my throat.
"Well, that's a problem we can't deal with, isn't it." I felt a slice across my right arm. I gasped when I saw my blood and felt the sting. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Sweetheart, I have a number of people I can contact right now who can hurt everybody you have ever loved. And trust me, I'm not afraid to call them up. I'm also not afraid to hurt you." He stated, "I will get the information I want one way or another. I can promise you that." The man turned to the guards, "now take her back to her cell, I have a meeting in ten minutes."
The guards unlocked me and plucked me from the chair. They then thrusted me back into me cell, leaving me with my arm that still was bleeding. I placed my opposite hand on my cut to try to stop it from gushing blood. I put my other hand up to my swollen face. It was puffy and red, and still stung like a son of a gun. I looked down at my finger. Zach had bought me a beautiful ring at one of the souvenir shops in the little town. I loved it. It had a little blue stone in the middle, and fit my pointer finger perfectly. They had taken all my other jewelry-which I had just gone shopping and was actually dressed really nice for dinner-and my clothes as well. They forced me to where an orange jumpsuit like in prison (wait, I was in prison). But I had managed to hide the ring and wore it when I was in my cell alone. It gave me hope, that someone-possibly Zach-would come for me.
Thinking of my friends and family made my heart feel like dying. I prayed that the people who had me, who I still don't know, hadn't gotten them at all. I hoped they didn't think I ran away again. I couldn't live with myself it I had brought these people to where we had been staying. If they had followed me. I felt the tears soak my eyes, but this time, I let them fall. And after a little while, they just kept coming. I sat in the corner of my depressing cell and cried my eyes out. I cried because I missed everybody and had only had a handful of days to truly love Zach. I cried because I knew this was my fault. I cried because I was in so much pain. And I cried because I really didn't know what flash drive the were freakin' talking about.