Zach's POV

I woke up on a hard floor. I looked around – wait a second. This wasn't Cammie's apartment... I sat up – this was where Cammie and I were hiding - in the closet.

CAMMIE. I stood up.

"Cammie..?" she wasn't here. Jesus lord! I must have blacked out...

I sprinted down the long, elegant stairs and ran for 25.8 minutes until I got to the apartment building. I was still wearing my suit, but my mask had gotten knocked off. My hair was a tangled mess, and my tie was loose. I sprinted up the stairs two steps at a time and opened the apartment door.

"Cam?" I looked in the kitchen and knocked on the bathroom door – which fell open. She wasn't in here. And she wouldn't have left me in that ballroom...so there's only one thing that could've happened.

Cammie's POV

I woke, and the first thing I noticed was that I was chained to a wall. I still had my mask on – somehow it was still on my head, and my dress wasn't as ripped up as I expected it to be. Only a little tears here and there.

'Wow, Cammie,' I thought to myself. 'You've been captured by the COC and you're worrying about your dress?'

"Ah, good. You're awake." I looked up to see Zach's mom and two men on either side of her looking at me.

I blinked. How did I not notice them come in? All of my spy senses were off - I didn't know what time it was, or what day...I couldn't slow down my erratic heartbeat, and I was having a difficult time controlling my emotions.

"...W-What do you want from me?" My voice was scratchy and dry. My throat ached from lack of water, and my stomach was empty.

"Look, Morgan. We know that you have answers. We know that your mom or dad have told you some...secrets that we've been looking for."

"I don't know anything." And that much was true. Right?

"You will give us answers. If you don't..." her voice trailed off, and I looked up, my waist-length hair in my face.

"If I don't..." I told her to go on, cocking a challenging eyebrow.

"If you don't, you'll be in a lot of pain. Let's just put it that way."

1 HOUR LATER

One of the men that was with Zach's mom came back, and he stood in front of me. I was sitting on the floor, since the chains wouldn't allow me to stand up. It was dark and extremely cold wherever I was - it felt like they locked me in a cooler - so I was sitting with my knees to my chest – my arms wrapped around my legs.

"Let's just get to it." He said in a deep, gruff voice. "What do you know about the Circle? What information did you father give you about us?"

"...The...Circle? Nothing! My dad never talked to me about anything spy-related when I was a kid!" I glared up at him. Obviously I wouldn't know any of the answers they were looking for.

"Don't even bother lying, Ms. Morgan. Or this will happen." He abruptly picked my up by my hair and punched my face. I fought back a scream – showing signs of weakness was..well..a weakness. He tossed me back to the floor and I sat up on my knees. My long hair was tangled and all over the place, and my heavy breathing it was making the strands in my face float up and down.

"Well, if you won't tell me what you know about the Circle, here's the easiest question we've got for you: Where is the Gallagher Academy database? In a...a computer, a chip?"

"And why would I tell you? I'm not going to betray my sisters no matter how much you hurt me." I said.

"Ahh. Mrs. Goode told me that you'd be stubborn. Maybe a little more pain will make you re-think your last sentence."

He made me stand up and slammed me into the wall. Oh, dear. I think I felt my brain move. He socked me in the stomach 6 times and then, seeing that that wouldn't work, he pulled out a knife.

Oh, my god. Please tell me that you brought that knife for a pineapple to cut up and eat in front of my face...because that would probably be a much less painful but more effective form of torture.

My stomach growled.

Okay. So..he didn't bring a pineapple. He slowly cut a line around my wrist, and I whimpered a little. Blood dripped down my hand. Then he stabbed me in the stomach. That's when I blacked out. AGAIN. But not before I heard the door behind me break open and a familiar voice that screamed, "CAMMIE!"