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Chapter 47

Fuck I think as I slowly wake up. Too bright...way too bright...what is that buzzing? My vision blurs as my eyelids slide open. It feels like I have sand in my eyes as they water and trickle down my cheeks. Why does everything hurt? It feels like I have bricks in my bones and my muscles feel like I just ran ten miles. My chest burns as I struggle to get enough oxygen into my body.

After blinking a few times, my vision starts to somewhat clear but remains blurry. White ceiling, boring but typical. Turning my head sideways, a groan of pain leaves my dry chapped lips. My neck is sore as if I slept wrong.

Shit, this can't be good. The walls are white tiles and my body shivers at the coldness that hangs in the air. Just what the fuck happened?

I close my eyes and try to think back to the last thing I remember but my brain is so foggy I can't remember anything before waking up in this sterile room. Sterile? Fuck, yeah this really can't be good. Think Jade, think.

Well, now that the room isn't blurry, I need to find a way to escape. Lifting my head, I groan when I realize that I can't sit up. Fucking hell. My wrists are handcuffed to the table I am laying on. Trying to move my legs I find I can't move them either.

"Fuck," I hoarsely whisper as I try and look around the room. Everything is so white, it burns my eyes. My muscles feel heavy as I drop my head back onto the table that I'm cuffed too. It's cold and I can feel the metal through my shirt. Relief washes me as it dawns on me that I am still dressed. The only sound in the room, besides my rushed breathing that is, is that weird buzzing noise. Looking around I can't seem to find the source until my eyes land on the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. That has to be it. Exhaustion hits me, causing my head to drop back onto the metal table. I try to yank on the cuffs but nothing happens. Of course I didn't honestly think they would break or come loose, but a teeny itsy bitsy part of me hoped something would have happened. No harm in trying, anyway.

Try everything first, Cupcake, no matter how silly try it, Luke's voice whispered to her. Once you try everything then you know what you can't do and can figure out new options. There is always a possibility of something working, no matter how crazy it seems at the time. Sometimes the simplest options are the best and most logical ones.

Okay, I can do this. Slowly lifting my head, I rise as much as I can and see that the cuffs are the leather strapped ones, well that explains why I didn't hear any metal on metal earlier. That also makes it harder for me to slip free from them. I try rotating my wrists but the cuffs are so tight that I'm almost certain I'm losing circulation in them.

"Fuck," I mumble although I can't be certain just how clear my speech is since it feels like I have cotton in my mouth. I try to move my fingers and they curl then uncurl, which tells me that I haven't lost all movement, so that's good. I'm able to move my feet from side to side but I can't bring them together so I'm stuck in this eagle pose for now. But I'm still dressed so that's a plus and I take comfort in knowing that by now Victor and Gabe must realize that I'm gone. That means that the rest of the guys also know that I'm missing and they have to be looking for me. They have to. They care about me. They want me. So whoever this creep is, is in for a world of hurt and pain when they find me. I just have to remain strong until then.

"Can do this..." I mumble as I try to look around again for any tools or something that could help me get out of this hell. Fucking asshole took my rings and bracelets! I notice when I go to spin my anxiety ring without thinking about it and only touch skin not metal. Bet he took my knife too, that's it I'm siccing Raven on him. North too. I bet Silas can be scary too. Fuck it, all of them can take a turn, fucking asshole.

A loud bang startles me out of my anger induced thoughts. "Well, well, well..." I can feel the blood drain from me as a shiver goes down my spine. I know that voice. It haunts me every night. It's not possible. It can't be, he's gone. And yet his eyes are staring down at me with pride. Dread and fear fill my veins as he smirks, "Look at this, seems my favorite pet is finally awake and ready for me to punish and play with her. Miss me, Pet?"