Freddie was now laying on a table in the man's "Torture Room". His hands and feet had been chained down. The man grabbed his knife and walked over to Freddie.
"What are you gonna do to me?" Freddie asked, he couldnt believe he was able to talk, the fear of what was coming was griping him tight.
"Not much...for now." The man said, Freddie didnt know whether to feel relieved or not at his statement.
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked nervously. The man smiled at him, as he slowly brung the knife up to Freddie's face. Freddie layed there frozen in fear. Freddie felt pain as the man put the blade on his cheek, and pressed down Hard. Freddie tried hard not to scream, as blood came out of his face. The man loosened the pressure of the knife, and set it on the table. Freddie knew he would have a horrible gash there now. The man started walking to the other side of the room. He grabbed a thick wooden stick, that resembled a baseball bat, and walked back towards Freddie, who was still laying on the table.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...Wait." Freddie pleaded, as the man raised the bat high over his head. Freddie didnt even have time to brace him self as The man swung the wooden stick, and hit Freddie hard in the stomach. Freddie felt even more pain, than when the man cut his face. All the breath left Freddie's stomach. Freddie started to cough violently. Freddie felt more pain, when the man swung the wooden stick again, and hit Freddie in his left leg.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Freddie screamed, his leg full of unbearable pain. He thought it might be broken. Freddie grunted in pain again as the man put the wooden stick down, and punched him in the face. Freddie felt his nose start to bleed. He was in so much pain.
"Okay, thats enough." The man said calmly. He unchained Freddie from the table. Freddie had the urge to jump up and charge the man, but he was in to much pain. The man grabbed him, and pulled him off the table. The man dragged him back to the room Sam was in. He unlocked the door, and shoved Freddie hard into the room, sending him to the ground. Sam gasped from the bed, as The man left the room and locked them in.
"Oh my God." Sam said, as she saw the blood on Freddie. Sam got off the bed, and walked to Freddie. "Are you Okay?" Sam asked him fearfully.
"No!" Freddie grunted in severe pain. His leg, his stomach, and his face hurt so bad. Sam grabbed Freddie under his arms, and it took Freddie a minute to relize that she was trying to help him get up off the floor. Sam got him up, and Freddie was able to put a little pressure on his leg, so that means it was not broken, but it still hurt badly. Sam led him over to the bed, and helped him sit down on it. Freddie muttered a thanks to Sam, but she didnt seem to notice.
"What did he do to you?" Sam asked, she was now angry, but he also saw that she was worried about his health.
"Nothing to bad." Freddie lied, trying to calm Sam down.
"Freddie your bleeding, badly, and your leg has a very nasty bruise on it." Sam said pointing out the obvious. Freddie could only imagine how bad he looked right now. Sam hesitated for a moment. "I'm scared." She stated. Sam was usually not afraid of anything, but Freddie didnt blame her, because he was scared too.
"I wont let anything happen to you." Freddie said. Him and Sam stared at eachother for a while. Sam then looked at the door.
"We have to get out of her." Sam said, and she couldnt hold on any longer, and she started to cry. Freddie painfully lifted his arm, and put it around her shoulder. Sam leaned into him and started to cry on his shoulder. Freddie didnt know what to say, so he just let her cry. Freddie layed back on the bed pulling Sam with him. They held on to eachother, and eventually fell into a much needed sleep.
A/N Lets see what Carly is doing now.
"Where are they?" Carly said. Nobody had seen Freddie or Sam for almost two days. Yesterday Freddie's mom totally freaked out. She called the police, and they were currently searching for them.
"I dont know." Spencer said, answering Carly's question. Carly couldnt help but fear that the man they saw on the news that day had something to do with this. Carly couldnt stand that her two best friends were missing. She ran up to her room and threw herself down on her bed. Carly then did something she's never done before. She got on her knees and she started to pray.
"Dear God, Please let them be okay." Carly said tearing up. "Please let them be found." Carly couldnt hold in the tears much longer. "Please let them be safe." She finished. Carly then buried her face in her hands, and started to cry her eyes out.