I woke up for a second time, and it took me a few minutes to remember where I was. When I did, I sat up again, ignoring the throbbing in my shoulder and the sickening pain in my arm, and looked willdly around, afraid of who might be lurking in the dark. It was too dark to see much, but what I could see where damp jagged walls, and low lying ceiling. I realised I was in a cave. The air was warm and salty, and outside I could hear th waves gently swishing on the pebbles. It dar outside too,, so it must have been night time. I tried to push myself into a standing position, already planning my escape, but crumpled back down as the ache in my shoulder burned stronger. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulder to see. It was an unattractive shade of purple, and was swollen. I must have hit it when i fell. That would make escapeing more challenging.
I heard the crunching of stones from the mouth of the cave, and looked to see a figure walking towards me. I hastily buttoned my shirt back up and scrambled to the edge of the cave.
"Oh. You're awake," he said in an almost irritable way. I said nothing, but looked at the ground in front of me. I didn't know who they were, or what they wanted, so i figured I should stay quiet.
"I'll get you some water," he said.
"I'm not thirsty," I said automatically, but even as I said it, I felt the dryness in my throat. He just looked at me for a second and then left the cave. I wondered how long it would take to get water. Maybe there was another exit at the back of the cave?
I looked around me, and saw my bag lying against a rock. I shuffled over to it, and pulled it towards me. All my possessions were still there; my phone, my purse, my ipod and my house keys. I heard the crunching again as the man returned. He handed me a bottle of water.
I took it silently but didn't open the lid.
"It's not poisoned or anything," he said almost mockingly.
I had already been a long time without water, so I reasoned I could either drink some and risk being poisoned, or not drink any, and die of thirst for sure. As I gulped down the cool water I took in his appearence. He looked around 20 or 22 and was tall and broad, with tanned skin and thick musles. His head was shaved on both sides, with a fuller strip in the middle, like a small mohawk. He was attractive, with sharp cheekbones, and a bored looking pout.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked abruptly.
"No, I'm fine," I said, coldly. He hovered for a second, and then sat down a few feet away from me.
Great, no chance of escape now, I thought to myself.
We sat in silence for sseveral minutes, until the curiosity took over me. He hadn't harmed me so far, so I figured I was safe to ask questions.
"Where are we? Why am I here?" I blurted out. He looked at me in surprise.
"You'll find out soon enough," he said, turning away to look out of the mouth of the cave. I sighed and was silent for a few more minutes
"Do you want money or something?" I said, and then gasped, "Oh my god! You've kidnapped me! You're holding me to ransom right? Make my dad give you a tonne of money, and then you'll let me go?"
He laughed again.
"I can give you the money if you want. I've got £110 in my purse already, if you take me to the bank I can get more."
"Look, just shut up will you? Money won't help you anymore. Not here."
I opened and closed my mouth several times, and then fell silent.
"Charming as ever, Rook?" came a new voice, a warmer, softer voice. I looked past Rook, to see the silouhette of another figure leaning against the wall. Rook merely grunted and stood up. He threw me a quick look, and then walked past the new guy, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
"Don't worry about him," he said, walking towards me, "He doesn't really have much people skills."
As he got closer I realised it was the boy from the mall, the one with the laptop. He looked more comfortable here, more sure of himself. He too was attractive. He had messy, dark hair and bright blue eyes. He was smaller and lighter than Rook, but still broad and muscular enough to make me shrink away from him.
"I'm Noah," he said with a bright smile.
"Stop trying to be nice, and take me home," I said with a glare. He laughed. If this were any other situation, I would have liked him, probably even flirted with him, but here, I hated him.
"Come on, we have to go," he said, holding out a hand to help me up. I looked at it pointedly, and stayed where I was.
"Why would I go anywhere with you?" I asked.
"Uh, because we just saved you life?" he said, like I was stupid.
"What the hell? You attacked me, dragged me across the street into a van, and then took me to a cave. Before you arrived I was completley fine!" I exclaimed. I laughed again.
"Jeez you really don't know anything do you?" he said. "Well it doesn't matter anyway, you don''t have much choice."
"Oh yeah?" I said angrily, "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing," he said, looking at the water bottle. I looked at it too, and the realisation sank in. I grabbed it, my limbs already begining to feel heavy. I sniffed it, and smelt the sweet scent. I began to feel light headed; the drugs were working quickly. My grip on he bottle slackened, and it fell from my hand, splashing across the little pebbles. My eyelids grew heavy, and slowly, everything unfocused, and I slumped on the ground, unconcious again.