"I hate you! You're a sadistic maniac!" she yelled her voice cracking.
Jake chuckled.
Marie glared at him.
Jake ignored her and unchained her arms and she fell to the ground.
"Let's go," he said grabbing her left arm just above the elbow in a vice grip.
Jake jerked her off the ground and dragged her down the hall.
"It hurts it hurts! Please slow down! Please!" she begged crying.
Jake said nothing but continued to walk quickly through the maze of hallways.
"What's going on?" Marie asked panicked.
Jake said nothing but pulled her into a room in the very back of the warehouse basement.
He then chained her wrists to the wall followed by her ankles.
He quickly gagged her and pulled out a syringe.
Marie screamed and struggled to get away from him.
Jake injected her with the needle.
"I'll be back for you later, my dear," he whispered in her ear.
Marie's eyes closed the affects of the sedative taking over.
Jake covered her with an old blanket, cut off the power in the warehouse, and hurried back to the top level and got in the car.
"Go. Before they get here."
"Right away, sir." said the Shaun.
The car took off out of the back of the warehouse followed by several other cars. They split off in different directions and out of sight just as hundreds of police cars and vans reached the warehouse.
...
"The warehouse is empty, sir."
"What?" asked Agent Robert.
"There's no one in here. They must have figured out we were coming."
"That's just great."
Robert turned to General Wilson.
"They're gone."
The General ran his fingers through his hair and sat on the street curb.
"Sir, you better get over here. We found a stair case to the basement and your not going to believe what we found down here."
General Wilson and Agent Robert ran inside with several other FBI agents.
They hurried down the stairs and stopped at the bottom.
It was cold, dark, and damp. Hallways full of doors were like a massive maze throughout the bottom of the warehouse.
They followed a police officer to a room a long way down the hall. They walked into the room and froze in shock.
It was a large room full of torture devices. Chains hung from the ceiling and walls. Below one set of chains was a large pool of blood and a whip lying on the floor.
Across the room General Wilson saw something shimmer.
He quickly walked to the object and picked it up. It was Marie's hair clip.
His face went pale.
"I'll get someone to take you home, while we go through the rest of the rooms, it's possible your daughter is still here. You don't need to be here."
"No, I'm going to help with the search. And someone had to have told them we were coming," said General Wilson.
"That is impossible," said Agent Robert.
"Then how did they find out? How did they know when to leave? They were obviously there up until we got here!" yelled the General.
"I don't know how to explain it, but we are currently looking for any DNA at the crime scene. Hopefully we'll find something and we can track them down from there," Agent Robert explained.
"We'll I'm going to help with the search. Get the dogs. We'll find her faster that way," said General Wilson.
"If she's here," corrected Agent Robert.
General Wilson looked as if he was about to attack him, but turned and walked out of the room.
Agent Robert pulled out his walkie-talkie
"Bring in the dogs."
"Yes sir."
General Wilson walked further into the warehouse listening intently for any sign of life.
Finally, after several hours of looking with the rest of the teams, he reached the last room at the end of the hall. He opened the door and turned on his flashlight.
Crates were spread all over the room; the General walked around the pile of crates towards the back wall and looked around. A blanket lay over something lying on the floor, he pulled the blanket away.
General Wilson froze.
Marie lay there motionless, her eyes closed.
He stumbled back. Looking over his daughter.
Her long strawberry blond hair was slightly covered her bloody, bruised pale face. Her arms and legs were purple and brown with bruises, cuts, dirt, and blood.
General Wilson froze as he saw Marie slightly move her head.
General Wilson quickly checked her pulse.
"She's alive!" he yelled.
-several days later-
Marie slowly felt herself begin to drift toward consciousness.
She felt a hand touch her arm.
Marie screamed and struggled to get away, her eyes opening wide.
Hands pushed her back against the bed as she struggled to get away.
"Marie, baby, calm down. Its okay, you're safe!" comforted a soft voice.
Marie looked next to her and saw her mother and father trying to keep her from jumping out of the bed.
She calmed down and settled back against the bed, relaxing against the soft pillows.
"Honey, go get the nurse," said General Wilson.
Marie's mother left the room.
"Would you like anything to eat, darling?"
Marie nodded quickly.
"Richard, go get her some food."
Richard left the room.
General Wilson grabbed Marie into a big strong hug.
Marie wrapped her arms around his neck
"I'm so sorry, darling. I will never let this happen to you again. I love you."
"I love you too, daddy."
"I have good news. The FBI caught them."
"What?" Marie pulled away and looked into his eyes, "are you sure?'
"Almost. We've been waiting for you to get better so we can get a positive id on them."
Marie froze.
"When?"
"They said time was a factor, because they can't hold them long without a proper charge."
"Oh, so?"
"Tonight."
Marie took a deep breath.
"Okay."
-a few hours later-
Marie walked into the police station with her parents and Richard.
The closer Marie got to the room, the more nervous she got.
She knew that the men would know she was the one identifying them in the lineup, no one else had seen their faces.
No one else had seen Jake's face but her, and she had to be the one to ID him.
If for any reason he got out, well, she couldn't even imagine what would happen to her then.
She held Richards hand in a death grip as they walked into the room for the lineup.
Agent Robert walked up to her.
"Its good to see you awake and moving around, Marie. I'm Agent Robert with the FBI," he said shaking her hand.
Marie gave him a weak smile.
"Now, they can't see you, even though you can see them. You are perfectly safe. You have to identify four men. Are you ready?"
Marie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded her head.
"Okay. We're ready," he said into the intercom.
A line of men with blond hair walked into the room with numbers hanging around their necks.
"Number two. He was one of them," she said almost immediately.
"Are you positive?" asked Robert.
He almost seemed surprised that she was able to identify him so quickly.
"Yes."
"Okay thank you send the next group in," Robert said into the intercom.
The blond men walked out and then men with brown hair walked in a few minutes later.
"Number five," she said after a quick scan of their faces.
"Positive?"
"Yes."
"Okay next group," he said into the intercom again.
The brunettes walked out and men with black hair walked in.
"Number four."
"You're positive?"
"Yes."
"Okay send in the last group," he said again into the intercom.
The men with black hair walked out and another group of men with white blond hair walked in.
"Okay you've done great, one more ID and you're done."
Marie took a deep breath and looked into the room.
She recognized Jake almost immediately.
Marie would never forget that face, so cold and uncaring.
She nearly jumped as their eyes locked. His cold blue eyes seemed to be able to see through the one-way window. It felt as if her could see her. He looked furious.
"Number one."
"Are you absolutely positive?"
"Yes," she said breaking her eyes away from his, "I saw his face several times while I was there…can we go now, please?"
"Yes. You did very well, Marie. They are going to be in jail for a very long time," said Agent Robert.
Marie looked into the room again. Jake was still glaring at her.
She shivered and quickly left the room.