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Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, before someone taking off her blindfold. She still had the rag in her mouth, and her hands tied up. She was terrified; freezing, and starving. It had been two days, with no food, and only once did someone come with a bottle of water and shove it into her mouth.
She looked around her; she was in a dark cellar, filthy with mould and soot. She saw a figure in the shadows; she couldn't place their gender.
"Listen." Said a cold, harsh, male voice, "You work for Craft & Smith's inc. Correct?"
Sierra nodded, making a nervous squeak.
"Good. You're Sierra Coleman. Correct?"
She made another squeak and a nod.
The figure walked towards her, and grabbed the rag out of her mouth.
"Tell me everything you've been planning." They said gruffly.
"I-I don't know what's going on.." She said before bursting into tears. Her throat felt raw and sore, she had already cried all night. Or was it day? She wanted to go back to her apartment, back home.
"Tell me. Don't act dumb." He said, taking out a gun and holding it into her side...
To be Continued.
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She whimpered as a tear ran down her cheek.
"I said I don't know.." She sobbed, curling up in a ball. She cried harder and harder, wondering
what would happen. What had happened. Why she was there.
The captor sighed, and took the gun away from her waist. He ran up the stairs, leaving her on her own. She got up in the chair, feeling the walls, trying to find a light switch.
She felt the wall leaving marks on her fingers, but she kept going. Finally, she found the switch, and flicked it on. It wouldn't work.
She sighed, and found her way back to the chair. She put her head in her hands, sobbing loudly. She'd never go home. She'd never see her family. She'd just die here. She breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm down, trying to reason with herself.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps again, coming down the stairs. She kept her head down. She felt a tap on her neck, as she was looking up. A hooded figure was there, with a bottle of water and a bread roll. He shoved the water into her mouth, before handing her the bread.
She was never so glad to see food in her life, and after, she felt much better. But she still had the clinging worry.
She heard another chair scrape up beside her, and figured someone was sitting in it.
"I know you're scared. But tell us what Craft & Smith are doing, and we'll let you go." He said, in a slightly less harsh voice.
"I told you, I don't know!" She said shakily. "I don't know what this is all about. They don't tell me anything, only to do my job.."
"Want me to take out my gun again?" He said sternly, leaning in.
"N-no..." She said, petrified, shaking her head.
Out of the blue, another person came down the steps. Sierra watched them intently, as they leaned in to the first person and whispered something in their ear. It was so muffled, Sierra couldn't understand a word.
To Be Continued.