Oh boy. Things are getting real!

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I wasn't sure how long we'd been in the warehouse. I was floating in and out of consciousness, dehydrated, starving and concussed. I was reduced to dry-heaves now, having nothing but bile in my stomach. I was starting to think I'd run out of that too. My lips were split in several places, my chin wet with blood. My shoulder was aching, and had turned an ugly bluish/purple color. My head was still throbbing, and I was sure I was bruised elsewhere. My right eye was almost swollen shut, my cheek throbbing and tender now.

My captor was gone, not in his usual spot in front of the door. If I had been in better shape, I would have run. But I could barely move without dry-heaving. Whoever this guy was...he was smart. I sat there, my vision coming in and out as I stared at the wall. The door opened, the creaking making my head throb as it echoed around the room.

His footsteps were near silent as he approached me, a bag in hand. I turned slowly, looking up at him, waiting as he squatted down, pulling a bottle of water and a package of crackers from the plastic bag. He didn't move after he sat them down, watching me like a hawk. I wondered how and where he had gotten them, then decided not to question anything. I reached down with my good arm, taking the water bottle. My tongue was nearly sticking to the roof of my mouth and I greedily drank until he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. Right. If I drank too much too quickly I'd throw it back up. So I put the bottle down, opening the package of crackers, nibbling on one. He seemed satisfied, and moved back to his spot.

"What's your name?" I asked, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

I got no answer, no flinch, nothing. He just sat, rigid, staring at me through his goggles. I was sure I looked pathetic, beat up, weak. If my father could see me now. I could hear him yelling at me for being such a wuss. Telling me to suck it up and get off my ass. But what was the point? I was probably going to die anyways.

"You work for HYDRA, don't you?" I said, trying to make conversation, even if it was just one sided in an attempt to stay awake. Stay conscious. He shifted then, just a hair, but I didn't miss it. "They sent you after me, right? I found some confidential information and now they have to kill me." He didn't move. "Why don't you just do it? Kill me? Or does my dad want to witness it? I know he works for HYDRA now. Sick bastard. I always knew he was a horrible person. I just didn't expect it to be this bad." I scoffed. "Maybe it would be better if I died."

"No."

It took me by surprise. I had to process it for a moment, not realizing it was him that said it. His voice was rough, slightly accented, even though he'd said only one word. It was muffled by the mask, but it was definitely him who said it. Well, it was a start.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No."

Maybe that was the only word he knew. "How long are we going to be here?"

Nothing. No sign that he had at least heard me. I huffed, whimpering lightly as I shifted into the corner, curling in on myself as much as I could. My stomach hurt after having food after god knows how long. Maybe it was all a test, see how long until I broke, then he'd take me back to my dad. Maybe this was just some horrible type of punishment, and my dad was going to come walking through the door any day now and yell at me, and have me locked up and hidden away forever. But I doubted it would be that easy. I drifted off, not quite sure if this was real, or just some messed up dream.

I woke up alone. He was gone, and I had to pee, but I wasn't sure I could move. I wasn't about to wet my pants, but it seemed like my only option at the moment. I gripped the wall to my left, placing my other hand down next to my pile of dried vomit from the last couple days, or hours, I wasn't quite sure what time it was. Maybe it had only been a day, or a week. I didn't know.

I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my head spinning, stomach churning at the action. Okay. Way too fast. I breathed, closing my eyes, listening to everything around me.

It was deathly silent, not even the sound of nature, or a road, or anything around us. Maybe I was trapped in some nightmare, unable to get out. Or maybe this was what death was like. I was stuck somewhere, and there wouldn't be anything on the other side of the door if I ever got there. Maybe that's why time didn't seem to make sense to me. Either that, or I was slightly crazy from a head wound. Yeah, probably the latter.

There was the sound of boots on gravel and the door squeaked open, the sound making me wince. The man was back, and he walked towards me with purpose, an almost strut to his walk on his left side, like something was weighing him down on that side. I didn't have much time to study him because he was beside me, his hands moving under my arms, lifting me to my feet. I fell back against the wall, blinking the dizziness back as I tried not to hurl all down his front. My legs were weak, shaking as they tried to hold me up. He studied me for a second, as if assessing my ability to move before he hoisted me over his shoulder, and this time I was sure I was going to hurl. Or wet my pants.

"Wait. I have to pee." I said as he moved towards the door.

He didn't seem to hear me, or just ignored me as he walked outside, the sun blinding me for a moment. I couldn't see where we were going, but I was right about the abandoned warehouse. I heard a car door open and I was lowered from his shoulder.

"Please. I really have to go. I can't hold it, and I don't think you want to smell that all the way to wherever we're going." I tried to plead with him. He was still for a moment as he regarded me. "I'm obviously not running anywhere on my own." I looked around. "There. Let me go behind that bush. You can stand on the other side, make sure I don't run. Please." I was sure if I could, I'd be doing the potty dance.

He sighed, dragging me to the bush, plopping me down on the back side of it, taking a few steps away from me before stilling, crossing his arms.

"I'm not going with you standing there." I said. "At least turn around." He didn't move.

I sighed, my cheeks flushing slightly as I undid my jeans, using my good arm to hold myself up as I went, the gravel digging into my palm, but I tried not to pay attention to it. I kept my eyes lowered, not wanting to think about the man watching me pee behind a bush. What was the point of even being behind the bush then?

I finished, drip drying a little before pulling my pants back on, wiping the gravel off my hand. He dragged me back to the van, strapping me to the seat in the middle. He pulled my wrists together, making me bite my lip as he jerked my bad arm. His grip was steel as he tightened a zip tie around them before slamming the van door, getting in the driver's seat.

He pulled away from the warehouse, speeding down the road. He was going well above the speed limit, and I was scared if he slammed on the breaks I was going to go flying through the windshield. Though, I was strapped in pretty tight. And I highly doubted he would let me. He would probably catch me before that happened.

"You know, you're going to get pulled over." I said as he sped down a paved road. He didn't care much though, as he just kept going.

Until it became true, red and blue flashing lights reflecting in the rearview mirror. He pulled over, putting the van in park before reaching over to the passenger seat to grab a roll of duct tape. He tore a piece off, placing it over my mouth before turning back to face forward. I watched as the officer walked up to the driver's side window, looking slightly startled by the man in front of him. The officer was silent for a moment as he gathered himself. I saw his hand on the holster on his side, crying out just as he pulled it out of the holster, pointing it at the police officer. I jumped, my ears ringing from the shot, my eyes wide, heart pounding as the officer's body dropped to the ground. The man just straightened in his seat, holstering the gun before pulling away like nothing had happened. Meanwhile I was in the back, trying not to have a panic attack because I'd just watched my captor murder an innocent man like it was nothing.