I woke up dazed and in the bed, the food was by my bed. My throat felt dry, and I clutched the tender parts of my neck. Tears began to fall down my cheek as I picked up the glass of water and took a tiny sip before returning the glass to the tray. What was going to happen to me? I wiped my tears but it was useless they were coming thick and fast. How long had I been here? Will I ever get out? Ryan was a psycho, he believed his 'boss' was going to let him take me, his 'boss' wanted rid of me, he wanted me dead!
I felt my stomach churn, I had to get out. I thought of Marc and my family they would no doubt be looking for me, would Adam? I cried harder as I imagined his beautiful green eyes, his soft touch and his voice. As I sat in this prison I thought of only him, I had fallen for a 'bad
