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"Sloane. Sloane areyou okay? Please wake up."
Hearing a woman's voice break through the fog clogging my head, I cracked my eyes open to find I was in a dimly lit room, lying on a cement floor. Trying to sit up, I found that my wrists and feet were bound together. "W-what's going on? Where are we?"
"I'm not sure, I woke up in here last night." Recognizing her voice, I asked. "Janessa, is that you?"
"Yes, it's me Sloane, are you okay?"
I propped myself up as best as I could. "Yeah, I think so. Just a headache."
"It's from that shit he shot into you. I had the same thing when I woke up."
Getting a good look at her, I could see her across the dirty cement floor, tied up like me, sitting on the ground. Looking to my left, I saw the small window that was letting in the little bit of light we had. "Who is he? Did you see him? And how long have I been here?"
"No, he wears a mask every time he comes in here, and you've been here about three hours now. What's the last thing you remember? Do you think anyone will know you've gone missing and come find us?"
Thinking back, I remembered Logan coming into the café, looking for her. "I was at the café, and Logan came in asking me if I had heard from you lately. He said Margo sent him because she hadn't heard from you and I was thinking the same thing. And then he asked to use the phone, so I was taking him in the back to Haiden’s office when I felt a pinch in my neck, and then I woke up here. And yes, Gage was there. He'll tell Archer that I'm missing, and he will find us." Just as I was about to ask her if she thought Logan had anything to do with this, we heard the door creaking as it opened. Not able to see who it was, all we heard was a dragging sound, and a moan that sounded like it came from a man. Hearing the body thumping down onto the floor, Janessa and I both held each other's stare with fear, as well as our breaths.
Footsteps getting closer, a large masked man came into view, stopping for a moment, then looked at Janessa, then me before he walked over and lowered himself down to look at me. Fear ran ramped through me as I tried to figure out who he was, and what was about to happen next. When he reached out towards me, I flinched at his sudden movement. He roughly grabbed a hold of my chin, moving my head back and forth, seemingly to check me over.
No longer able to go without answers I asked. "Why are we here? What is it you want?" Chuckling in a deep voice, he released me, then stood and moved over to where Janessa sat. I tried to use the light that came through the window to get a better look at his arms or legs for any tattoos, but found that he wore jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, covering his whole body, "shit."
Trying to search around the area to see if there was any way to escape, I heard Janessa whimpering and it brought me out of my thoughts. Looking back towards her, I could see him lifting her up as she struggled against him. “Get your hands off of me! Leave me alone, asshole!" She screamed at him, trying to hit him with her clasped hands as he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder fireman style, then turned to leave with her.
"Don't you hurt her! Put her down!" I screamed at him, trying desperately to get to my feet.
"Sloane! Help me please! No! Don't do this to me please! Please don't hurt me, I didn't do anything!" She shrieked, as he carried her towards the door he came through.
Stopping short, he turned to look back at me as Janessa continued to struggle in the hold, he had on her. "Nosey bitches need to learn a lesson," he said in a garbled voice, before reaching out and back handing me so hard across my face that it caused my head to smack against the cement wall, knocking me out cold once again.
Feeling my body being bumped, I awoke to Logan, crouched down next to me, with worry etched in his expression. "Oh, thank God you're okay, I didn't know how bad that knock to your head was."
"Logan?"
"Yes. It's me, Sloane. We need to try and figure a way out of here." Looking him over, I could see that he'd been tied up as well. "What's going on, Logan? Who is this guy?"
"I have no idea, but I just want to get the hell out of here. Do you have anything sharp on you to cut through these cable ties?"
"No, anything I had that would help us is in my purse, which is at the café still."
“Shit! Okay, we need to try and find something to cut these cable ties off with. Maybe I can find a sharp edge on one of these corner walls in here," he said, getting to his feet and trying to hop over to one of the wall's edges.
"What happened when we went back to Haiden’s office, Logan? Did you see anything or anyone?"
"No, just got hit on the back of my head, really hard. Are you sure you never saw that guys face when you were in the club that night, Sloane?"
Puzzled by his sudden turn of questioning, I replied. "No. I told you that he had a mask on the whole time, so I couldn't see his face."
"What about his tattoos, did you see them at all? I know the police can check local tattoo shops to see if they might be able to place who came in asking for a certain tat."
Frowning at his line of questions, my suspicions started to rise. "No, I couldn't describe the tattoos he had on his arms to the police because I never got a good look at them. Why are you asking me all of this, Logan?"
Turning around to try and scrape the cable tie around his wrists on the edge of the wall, he scrunched his face at me. "Because, I would really like to get the fuck out of here Sloane, and I'm wondering if the cops or Archer has anything to go on to catch this asshole and find us for God’s sake!"
Feeling bad for thinking he was the one behind this whole thing, I let out a heavy sigh. "No. Unfortunately, they have very little to nothing to go on. They never caught a clear image of him on the cameras, and I didn't pay enough attention to what he really looked like because I was so worried about the woman, I saw him kill. My focus was mainly on her face, so I could try and tell if she was okay or not."
"Don't be so hard on yourself Sloane, you couldn't have known what was going to happen that night."
"I know, I just feel so helpless, you know?"
