I don't know how long time I sit in the van, but after what feels like an eternity, the car slows down and someone opens the door I've been tossed in through. It's Nick, and he gestures for me to come out. I stumble towards him with shaky arms and legs, and as soon as I step out of the van I start to shiver because of the cold. It's now dark outside and the snowing has started again. Nick drags me towards what looks like a big, old mansion made out of grey stones, and I feel snowflakes landing in my hair. I don't even bother trying to get away, because behind me, another one of the intruders walks.

As we get inside, the other one leaves us and Nick loosen his grip around my arm a little bit and start walking towards a staircase which seems to be leading down to a basement. Now, a growing feeling of panic and unease causes me to stop in my move, but Nick doesn't seem to care and he just continue his walk, dragging me along.

When we walk down, I notice the basement doesn't look like I thought it would. I thought it would be cold with no windows and only a hard, grey wall, but instead the walls are painted in a light beige color and decorated with pictures and the floor is wooden and polished. The only thing I was right about, is the lack of windows. There are a few ones in the top of the walls and I get an uneasy feeling when I see grills in front of them. As If I even would be able to get up to them without getting attention drawn to me.

Nick drags me through a corridor into another, and I eye everything I can see, which isn't much. It's just doors after doors, like in a hotel. When we reach the end of the corridor, he stops in front of the last door and takes out a key and opens it. It's now I start to freak out. He is going to lock me in inside that room. I don't even want to see what it looks like. Maybe it is in that room there're plain gray walls without windows? I have to get out of here, but how?

I do something I think I have to regret later. I slap Nick on his cheek and get ready to kick him in the groin, but before I got to put my plan into action, I feel myself being thrown against the wall.

"Don't you dare", Nick hiss inches from my face. I ignore his warning and take step two on my plan, and Nick gives out a moan when my knee hits his groin.

I thought I succeeded because he bent over in pain, but as I start my run back the same way I came, It doesn't take many seconds before I hear his heavy steps behind me.

Just when I can see the staircase in front of me, arms wrap around my waist and pulls me back with so much strength I yelp in pain, and scream of fear.

"No! Get off me, somebody help!" I take a breath to scream again, but Nick put his hand over my mouth and drag me back to the room.

When we are inside, he roughly throws me at a bed and closes the door and locks it.

I realize the room is nothing like I had thought. Instead of cold cement walls, the walls are painted black and the room is full of furniture. The bed I sit on is a double, not a king sized bed, but it fits two persons and is much more luxury than the one I got in my room at home.

The most significant furniture is a drawer in dark mahogany, a shelf and a flatscreen tv on the opposite wall of the bed.

"What'cha think?", Nick says with a smirk and takes a few step towards me. Immediately, I back away from him, but as I sit on the bed, I can't really go anywhere.

"At least take off your shoes", he says as he takes off his own, "we don't want any dirt in here, right?" I don't answer him and I don't take off my shoes, as soon as I get a chance, I gonna get out of here.

"C'mon, gorgeous", Nick says in a begging tone and takes a few steps forward and slides down next to me. I jump up, terrified of being close to him, and he gives out a low chuckle.

"Don't touch me!", I yell and push myself against the door leading out. My hands search for the doorknob, but as I find it I can't open it.

"There's no point in trying, gorgeous, you won't get out." I don't even need to look at Nick to know he is watching me with amusement. To my disappointment, and fear, he stands up and before I find a way to get past him, he has his hands on each side of me. He leans his weight on his palms that rest at the wall, and it's just a few inches between us.

"Smile, gorgeous." He moves one of his hand towards my cheek.

"Don't touch me!", I hiss between clenched teeth and turn my head away.

He stops in his motion. "I won't, if you take off your shoes."

I keep my mouth shut in a thin line as I think about his words, but then I realize I'm not in a good situation to start a fight, and I take off my shoes and gives him a death glare.

"Wasn't that hard, was it?" I ignore his mocking tone and look him right in the eyes.

"Why am I here?" I have really no idea of why he took me, and I wonder what happened with Amy, the other girl they took. And what if there is more than just us two? I mean, we were in the gym and there was a whole school invaded. All these questions give me a headache and all I want is answers.

"You're here because I want you to be." I roll my eyes and gives out a sound of frustration.

"That's not even a real answer."

Nick lays casually on the bed with his hands behind his head on the pillow. "For me it is", he says in an arrogant tone.

"Then why do you want me to be here?" I am desperate for an answer, and I don't care if my stubbornness annoys him. Actually, I hope it does. Who does he think he is? No one, and I mean really no one at all, has the right to threaten and kidnap young girls. Or someone else either.

"You know what?", he says and all hints of amusement are gone from his face, "why don't you shut up or at least stop asking questions? I took you because I felt like it, okay? You don't have to answer that, I don't really care if you are okay with it or not."

My mouth drops and I stare at him in disbelief. "I can't believe it!", I yell. "You kidnap me, drags me away from my family and friends, from my entire life, and you act like it's not a big deal at all! And just for the record", I add, "It's not okay." He doesn't have to know the fact that I don't really have a family.

Nick sighs. "Don't be such a baby. You won't see your family and friends again, buhu. You better get used to it."

Even though I figured out I'd probably never see my friends and foster family again, unless I don't get out of here, his words made my heart sink.

"No", I whisper, "You better not get used to having me around, because I will get away, and I will get you and your friends arrested for what you've done!"

Instead of getting mad, as I thought he would be, Nick chuckles. He really is a dick.

"Sorry to break it to you, gorgeous, but you won't get out of here unless I let you, which I'm not planning on."

My back is still pressed against the door, and I look at him with pure disgust. "Don't call me that."

He meets my gaze with acted astonishment. "Call you what, gorgeous? Since you haven't told me your name, I gonna stick with it and I doubt it will change even though you tell me. But, please, do tell me. I bet such a pretty face as yours have a pretty name too."

I scoff at him and become quiet for a while. He wants to know my name, but should I tell him? People always tells their names to their captors, but I haven't figured out why. Isn't it just plain stupid? I mean, what if you manage to escape? Then they know your name and can find you so much easier. I take a deep breath and answer his question with a lie. "I'm Sara."

"Sara?" He frowns and it feels as he burns holes in my body with his gaze. "It doesn't suit you. you don't look like a Sara."

I shrug and tries to act normal. "Well, that's my name, so obviously, it does fit me."

Nick gives me one weird gaze and then shrugs it off. It isn't like he can know I'm lying, not about this.

"You gonna stand there all day?", he asks after a few minutes and I glare at him with my arms crossed in front of my chest.

"If that what it takes to stay away from you."

He chuckles and gets up, in a few steps his in front of me.

"You gonna have to try harden then that, gorgeous", he mumbles in my ear and wraps his arms around me in an embrace. Instantly, I put my hands on his chest and tries to push him away, and when it doesn't work, I give out a sound of frustration. I feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.

"Sucks being the weak one, huh?", he smirks as he drags me towards the bed.

"I'm not weak", I hiss. My heart is starting to beat faster and my tries of getting out from his grip become more panicked, wilder.

"Relax, gorgeous, I won't do anything." I ignore his words and start kicking with my legs as he leans down on the bed. He still holds me in the embrace, which results in me landing on top of him. I finally manage to slip out of his grip and stumbles back from the bed.

He laughs as he looks at me. "Yikes, girl! I might be bad but I'm not that bad."

I lay my eyes on a black sofa across the room, and I make my way towards it and bump down on the soft cushions.

"Maybe you are, maybe you're not", I say, "but I don't trust you." It might look like I am calm on the outside, but inside I am an emotional chaos. I don't know if I am supposed to cry, scream or be angry. But crying won't get me anywhere, neither will the two other options.

I watch Nick in silence as he heads for a remote and turns on the tv. Then I drift into my own thoughts, which only makes my bad mood worse.

"Sara, huh?", Nick says all of a sudden after tens of minutes of nonspeaking. I turn my head and looks at him, then I follow his gaze which lands on the tv. A woman in blue is on the screen with a microphone in her hand, and then there's a picture of me and Amy. With our names under our faces.

There goes that lie.

I listen to what she says, but as the news end, my mood hasn't changed that much. I know for a fact now that people are looking for me, but the woman on the news said that they don't have any clue of who it was that took me, or why. All they can go on is the descriptions from the witnesses, but that doesn't help much. For now, it looks like I gonna be stuck here for a while, unless I get out, which I am planning on.

"What's up with the grumpy face?", Nick says and I realize he has been staring at me for a few seconds. I shake my head and push away all the thoughts in my head, and get all my focus back to reality.

"What's up with your face?", I snap, "Oh, wait. You're just a natural disaster." I know I shouldn't anger him, but I can't help it. Sarcasm is my best defense, even though I know a little bit about self-defense, it can't help me out if this.

"What's up with your attitude?", Nick asks and turns of the tv. Uh oh. I don't want him to focus all his attention on me, I don't want him to look at me at all. I don't wanna see him, I don't wanna touch him, I don't wanna feel his eyes on my body and I really don't wanna be here.

But, I do really want to slap the annoying smirk away from his face. I want him to feel bad, feel at least some guilt over kidnapping me.

But does he? No, not at all.

When he realizes I'm not going to answer, he gives out a sigh. "You should go to sleep."

"And you should go to hell", I reply. I've been kidnapped and locked inside a room with my capturer, and he thinks I am going to sleep? Yeah, right.

"Been there", he says with a smirk, "but I was too damn perfect so they send me back."

I roll my eyes at his comment and put my arms around myself. I still got my 'leave me alone' hoodie, but as the night creeps in the temperature drops.

"Come here", Nick says as he sees I'm cold. I shake my head in response.

"No."

He mutters something under his breath and drags his fingers through his hair.

"Come here", he repeats, and I shake my head once again.

"I'm not going to sleep in the same bed as you, actually, I'm not going to sleep at all. Just give me a blanket and I stay here." I cross my arms over my chest to show that I ain't gonna move.

He glares at me for a few seconds until he finally gives in. "Fine, but don't get used to it", he says at he throws a black blanket on the floor in front of me. I pick it up and get as comfortable on the couch as possible, and then the Nick disappears into a small door I haven't paid attention to until now, but I bet it's a bathroom. He leaves the door open and I hear water pouring and then the sound of someone brushing their teeth, and I know my suspicions about the room is right. A few minutes later, Nick steps out from the bathroom and gives me a crooked smile.

"Don't even think about escaping, I got the key somewhere safe, and there is no way you are getting it."

The room falls into darkness and I hear him creep into bed.

"Sleep tight, gorgeous", he whispers and I roll my eyes in the pitch black room.