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Becky
The past couple days have been the worst of my life. After Max stuffed me in that van, they took me to some basement. I don’t even know the location, for all I know they could’ve hauled me over state lines- they blindfolded me on the way from the van to the basement.
I haven’t eaten anything, and I’ve refused to let myself sleep. Dozed off a couple times though, despite how hard I tried not to.
They bring me a smoothie and a water twice a day that they try to force me to drink, but I refuse. I don’t want to risk them drugging me or something-who knows what they would do to my unconscious body.
Not to mention that if I eat or drink- I’ll have to go to the bathroom. The bathroom which, I’m assuming, is the single, grimy toilet that’s awkwardly placed in the middle of the basement.
This is my worst nightmare. I tried so carefully to not let something like this happen over the months and months that I’ve spent on this case and preparing for it.
I knew that these people were dangerous, I knew that I wasn’t totally safe- I guess I just thought I was being careful, that I was covering my tracks. Obviously, I wasn’t, or this never would have happened. I mentally kick myself whatever I did to give myself away. There goes my career.
I’ve been going over this and over this in my head, retracing my every step over the last couple of months. Trying to find something that I did wrong, something I forgot to do. Max’s words echo in my head ‘I have cameras in my office.’
I have two bodyguards. I don’t know their names, but I’ve been calling them ‘Grunts’ and ‘Jerky’- only in my head of course.
Grunts is pretty self-explanatory. I’ve never heard even a peep out of him, other than a few grunts here and there when being spoken to. Jerky is named after the jerky he seems to have an unlimited supply of in his pockets. He’s always pulling a piece out and chewing on it. I have to say, the jerky doesnotadd to this basement's already unpleasant smell.
When we first arrived, they threw my down onto this weird metal chair and tied my legs to it in three different places. Then they tied my wrists together so tight that if I move even the slightest bit, they start bleeding. I learned that the first night- my wrists are basically in shreds now. I have zero range of motion whatsoever, so even if Grunts and Jerky weren’t here, there’d be no escaping for me.
Max has been gone most of the time. He drops by sometimes and I’ll hear him yelling orders at people or engaged in some heated phone calls. Other than that, he hasn’t even stepped foot in this basement since we got here, and I have to say- I’m thankful for that.
The one good part about this has been picking up on lots of conversations that people are having- conversations that involve information that would be gold for my investigation. If I ever get out of here, that is.
The first thing I’m going to do if that happens, is call my boss. I’m gonna tell my boss everything I heard and saw- every last thing. Any information could help us find hundreds of criminals that are involved in this shit. And if any of it ends up being useful- maybe they’ll spare my career.
If anything good can come from this, it would be catching people we otherwise never would have. I’m taking a mental note of what every single person I see looks like so that I can give the sketch artist as accurate a description as possible.
Of course, all of this is just something I do to take my mind off of the fact that I might not actually be getting out of this alive. But I can’t let myself think about that. I just can’t.
Each day feels like three days in one. I’m starting to get loopy and nauseous from having no food or water. Maybe today I’ll actually accept the smoothie they give me, and whatever consequences that come with it. I won’t survive this if I starve or dehydrate to death.
Actually, I’d giveanythingto have that smoothie right now. I can’t think about anything elsebutthat smoothie. My mouth is watering, and I can practically taste it.
Suddenly there’s a sound upstairs and I forget about the smoothie completely. All of my attention goes to what’s going on above me. There’s some shouting that I can’t quite make out, and then someone comes barreling down the stairs.
Max bursts through the curtain at the bottom of the stairs, snarling at me. Every bone in my body stiffens and my heart practically stops beating. This can’t be good.
“Hey pretty girl,” he growls at me.
I don’t acknowledge him. Instead, I stare straight ahead.
“Aww, is someone mad? What’s got you upset? Is it that you can’t see your little boyfriends? Or maybe that your little investigation got cut short?” He laughs.
“Well, then you’re about to be a lot more than upset. I’ve got news for you. One of your little boyfriends- Peter, is it? I thought you’d be interested to know that our deal is final. In just a couple hours, his company will be all mine- and then I can proceed with the rest of my plan.”
Fuck. Now Peter’s life is going to be ruined because of me. Along with everyone else who’s employed there.
“Maybe something will happen to Peter as well…” Max hints.
Finally, I meet his eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare. Donotlay a finger on him. On either of them.”
He chuckles.
“Oh wow. You actually feel something for them, don’t you? This whole time, I thought that was just part of the act. Well, then it looks like you have me to thank for introducing you to them, huh?”
