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This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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"Sandy..." You whispered lowly once you had let go of her, still holding her hand in yours. It felt good to really touch her. It felt good to really feel her. You didn't want to let go, no, you couldn't let go. Each time afraid that once your skin didn't touch hers, she would suddenly disappear into thin air. Nothing would surprise you in this mansion.

"Sandy... What happened to you?" It was the only question you could ask. You knew that you had to be a little more specific, you wanted to know exactly from the beginning what she had gone through, but you just didn't know how to ask it.

"What happened to me?" She stared into your eyes as if she couldn't believe what you had just said, as if she didn't understand. She gave you this look... That look that told you she had gone through the same as you had. But you knew that was false. You had a privilege to live with Jeff, while she...

"In your house, when they took you." You quickly decided to add. You wanted to know everything about her situation before she knew anything about yours. She didn't need to know that, you did.

Sandy gave a low hum when you spoke of that damned situation. That day when she had been taken from her own home. No trace or evidence left of what had happened to her. Only an empty bed and an eerie feeling of disgust, as her mother had told the police.

"In my house..." She whispered softly, her gaze avoiding yours as she turned her head to the side. She seemed to stare at nothing on the wall, reliving the whole ordeal over and over again in her head. You began to regret asking, but your curiosity took over.

"I was lying in bed." She eventually began after minutes of silence. You didn't know whether to interrupt her, apologizing for asking such a heavy question or to wait. You were glad you did the latter. You slowly sat up a little, giving her your full attention.

"I was feeling pretty damn sick you know? I had no idea whether it was from everything we've been gone through or whether it was from..." She didn't continue. You both knew that it was because of all that had happened to you. There was no other explanation.

"My father of course was off to work while my mother... Well she was off to the mall, buying the ingredients for my favour-..." You saw how the tears slowly started to form in her eyes again. It was because of her mom. She was thinking about her family. By the thought of your own family you could burst into tears...

"It was then he came...It wasn't even dark yet." She continued to stare at the wall, while you only stared back at her. You wanted to know more but you knew you had to give her some time. Talking about it wasn't as easy as people might think.

You of all people should know that best.

"I heard a tune... One that I had heard many times as a kid. But it came out of nowhere." She now did look up, straight into your eyes while the tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She was checking whether you would believe her or not.

Of course you did.

You immediately knew what tune she was talking about. You had heard it several times in your sleep. In the one world where you thought the killers were unable to come, the one world where you had thought you would be safe... But even there the cold hearted murderers ruined your life.

"I jumped up immediately; somehow it didn't soothe me like it did when I was a kid. It was a chilling version of the tune, one that was dark and full of resentment. The tune was..." Before she could even finish her sentence you had already opened your own mouth, whispering breathlessly:

"Pop goes the weasel." Her green eyes only widened as she stared at you with disbelief. She then immediately continued on with her story, knowing that you believed her:

"I knew that it wasn't right and the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. Before I could even look for the cause of the sound I heard a chilling, deep and dark laugh. That of a psychopath." You felt shivers going down your spine once she said: 'psychopath.'

You knew she was talking about Laughing Jack. It was as if you were reliving the whole happening from her eyes. Alone and afraid searching for something you wouldn't want to find. He had this power, which scared you. This control which sucked all the strength right from your body.

"Then after a harsh smack right on my head I blacked out immediately." You had difficulty with swallowing. Even now, when she was just telling the story, you felt the cold and fear creep up, finding its way into your system. It had to be Laughing Jack, you were absolutely sure of it.

She had been taken so quietly, so smoothly without a fight. That Laughing Jack merely appeared into her room without her even noticing. How in the world could the FBI have missed that? Sure you knew that they couldn't predict everything, but if there was no broken window, forced lock or any sign of a fight they should've taken drastic measures for both you and Rayne.

But didn't they already do that? They got you into a bunker and all that stuff, they had no idea BEN could enter from electronical devices because they didn't know him yet. But still if Laughing Jack could appear anywhere he'd like, then why couldn't he just appear into the room you got from the FBI?

Why did he have to persuade you into giving in while he could take Sandy like that?

You realized that instead of getting answers only more question started to rise to the surface. But this was something, it helped you painting a clearer picture of the whole ordeal. Your attention turned to Sandy, who was staring at nothing in the wall. Probably too engulfed into her own world to notice that you had drifted off too.

"What happened next?" You asked softly as you gave a gentle squeeze into her hand. She gave a long and soft sigh as her eyes turned towards you, staring straight into your (E/C) ones before saying:

" I woke up in a cellar... I didn't know what was happening when they took me away. They started asking questions... I didn't know them. I didn't know any of them and... then they... they..." Her eyes started to water again as yours only widened.

You knew what she was trying to say, what experience she was trying to describe. You had undergone the same ritual. She was talking about that time you were questioned. That time where Masky threatened to torture you. The only difference was that you had answers.

Sandy didn't .

With both your hands you grabbed her face, wiping the tears away with your thumbs as you forced her to look at you. The worry and concern was written on your face but you had to ask it. The tears started to flow even more and you had trouble catching them.

"Sandy, did they torture you?" Sandy only pulled her face out of your steel grip as she quietly sobbed. Your hands fell next to your body as you stared at her with shock. You now realized how good Jeff actually treated you.

He had kicked you, abused you in ways you 'd rather not talk about. But after seeing Sandy, after realizing in what mental and physical state she was in you knew that you could thank the lord on your knees for your situation. She was a mess and you weren't really in a good mood yourself to clean it up either.

You only watched as the leftovers from the once lively, party and flirty girl turned into one mess of sadness, sorrow and pity. Your hand reached for her arm, touching her and then pulling her close to your chest. You felt her head bobbing up and down from the sobbing and you made shushing noises only a mother could do correctly.

You both sat there for a while, she sobbing quietly while you only stared at a blank spot in the wall and stroking through her hair from time to time. What a nasty and unfair world you were living in. Seeing Sandy like this only fueled your determination and anger more.

It only threw more gas on the little spark that was trying to become a flame. It was your determination to get out of here alive, to escape this mansion with all of your friends standing right next to you. It was already too late for Lola, and the pain you felt when realizing that you could do nothing to safe her made it even worse.

But you still had the other girls. Sandy is alive and even though she is a real mess, you could take her home. No, you have to take her home along with all the others. You were going to form a plan in which you could get to them, take them with you and then run out of this mansion as fast as possible.

That was a promise.

You promise that you will get all of them out of this shithole alive and as soon as possible.

You felt Sandy's breathing becoming more regular and you turned your head slightly to see that she had stopped sobbing. Her eyes were open, but her gaze told you that her mind was again some place far away. Where there wasn't any misery, any mess.

"(Y/N)" Sandy softly spoke as she slowly looked into your eyes.

"Why are they asking all these questions regarding Lola... She was taken the first night... Or not?" You had to swallow the lump this time as your brain sought for the right words to say. What were you going to do? Say the truth with the 99% chance that Sandy would have a mental breakdown, or lie to her?

The decision was easily made.

"I don't know..." You only spoke. It were three simple words but it still felt as lying to you. They were asking those questions because Lola was dead, but could you tell that to her? No, she couldn't handle that.

Your empty words of convincing and making you think lying would be an act of charity had no effect on your mind. You felt bad for not telling her the truth, but you couldn't risk anything. Not now you've seen her like this. One more setback and she would collapse into hundred thousand pieces.

"They keep asking me about a 6 digit code, (Y/N). But I don't know what they mean. Do they mean the code of Lola's phone? Because those are just random numbers, she can tell that themselves." You only shook your head a little. You knew Sandy was bound to discover it sooner or later.

It was then you heard the door opening and your head immediately shot to the cause of the sound. You felt Sandy trembling in fear in your arms and you only hoped that it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. In the door opening, leaning casually again the frame, stood none other than Jeff.

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Hello there adorable darling!

Finally, here it is. The newest chapter of 'Taken.' I know you've been waiting for quite some time and you deserve it more than ever. I just want to thank all the lovely people who wished me a good holiday and waited in patience for the next update. It means a lot to me.

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