Morgan's Pov

When I gained consciousness I felt a throbbing pain in both my head and in my chest. Probably from those chemicals. I opened my eyes and looked around letting them adjust to the dark room. It was a mostly empty room except for over in the corner there was a box of random objects I couldn't Identify in the dark. 

My eyes drifted down to what I was sitting on. It was an old wooden chair. I had ropes on my wrists holding me to the arms of the chair and then tape around my ankles. What a cliche. I scoffed. 

"Really? You guys are really cliche. An old wooden chair, ropes in a dark room, and tape." I began slowly moving my legs left and right trying to find bubbles in the tape but dang that stuff was strong. I kept trying though and I felt my leg move a little bit until I saw the door open bringing in bright light and making me squint to try and see as a figure walked in.

"Morgan, you seem to have awakened." A man said taking slow and steady steps to me. I looked at him with the famous, 'Really?' look. 

"Yeah. No duh Sherlock. That's what happens after being knocked out. Thanks for that by the way." I glared at him and he walked over to the box bringing it over and he brought it over letting me see its contents. My face went pale seeing different kinds of knives and metal objects definitely used for torture. "And how do you know my name?"

"It's better for you not to ask the questions." He said and he picked up a knife and I growled trying to get out of the chair. "You get to answer them. It's more fun that way isn't it?" He looked at me and smirked sending chills down my spine. 

He came over to me and circled around as if trying to figure out where the weak spots were. He wouldn't have a hard time finding any place considering I was a very fragile person. He gently put the tip of the knife on my neck and I tensed closing my eyes and I breathed heavily but still tried to keep it calm. 

"Don't fight doll. Now, do you want to answer questions the hard, or the easy way?" He said. He walked back in front of me looking into my eyes with a dangerous glimmer. I held back my fear the best I could, not doing the best and I spit in his face. He closed his eyes and slowly his face contorted to one of disgust. He wiped it off and then he sighed punching me so hard the chair tipped over bruising my shoulder. "I see you are going the hard way then." 

"Go to hell." I groaned. He grabbed my hair yanking me up and I yelped in pain having one eye closed in pain and the other giving him a death glare and he set the chair down.

He kneeled down putting the knife down on the side and he grabbed a hook and I looked at him confused but I had a few ideas. He smirked sharpening the tip and he put it right above where my hip bone ended. Right then the door burst open. 

"Blake! The boss told you not yet!" A man said. The man who I presumed to be Blake pulled the hook away and I looked at the man who was holding the door open and Blake threw the hook across the room and stormed out like a toddler. I chuckled a bit. 

"What am I doing here?" I asked smirking. I could play these games. Letting my inner side take over a bit in order to keep what little sanity I had left. The man in the doorway looked at me.

"The boss likes you for some odd reason and has asked that we keep you here for awhile while we question you about your current association with Insurgent Chaos." They said and they left shutting the door hard making me jump. Well, that sure helped.  I looked at the tape around my ankles and I began moving them as hard as I could. 

I felt the tape slowly letting go. I heard it rip off and then it was stuck on my legs and I sighed. That was going to hurt to take off. I looked around for a moment and I smirked. What an idiot. He left the knife in my reach. I began slowly moving my legs in the direction of the knife and I managed to put the very tip of my foot on it. I cursed. One wrong move and game over. I put some pressure on the knife and began very slowly pulling it close to me. 

I watched it as I was able to get it next to the leg of the chair. I used both feet to try and pick it up and put it in one of my hands. Slowly but surely I was able to get the knife to my hands and Right as I did the door opened causing me to jump and drop the knife beside me and I used my leg to kick it behind the chair. Blake walked back up to me and punched me hard again and he looked at the bag. 

"Where's my knife?" He growled. I growled back.

"Why would I know where your knife is? It's not like I can move." I said glaring at him all the while. He grabbed the hook lifting it up fast and he swung it at my face cutting my face from the top right corner of my mouth to the bottom of my chin making me yelp. 

"Then, I'll just have to use this." He smirked and he grabbed my chin where the cut was making me wince but I kept silent as he traced the hook along my cheeks he dug in the tip in the middle of my cheek causing a small bit of blood to trail down but that was nothing. It wasn't until he brought the hook back to my hip that I realized how painful this was going to end up being if I didn't do something. 

Right, when he was about to go into my hip with the hook I lifted my leg kicking his stomach and he grunted in pain stabbing my side a bit but not deep enough to concern me. He recovered quickly and he was about to grab me but I used my legs and pushed my chair back so I fell over. I felt the knife with my back with the chair and I cursed because I had just made this situation harder to get through. I began slowly making my back squirm like a snake to try and get it to move. 

Blake quickly ran over to me and grabbed the chair lifting me up making me yelp in surprise but then he managed to throw me across the room thankfully breaking the arms of the chair. I felt blood running down my elbows to my wrists and down my shin. I saw some of the blood fall down my nose and I managed to stand up hunched over a bit and I watched as Blake came charging at me. I barely managed to dive out of the way. I felt my ear finding the earpiece. Okay, how stupid were these people? 

"Josh! Josh do you copy!" I screamed rolling out and getting back up putting my hands into fists in front of me despite the agonizing pain soaring through me. He followed my actions and we ended up circling around each other for a moment before one of my legs buckled and collapsed and he quickly grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. Come on Josh. Pick it up. Pick it up. He chuckled. 

"You thought you could escape didn't you?" He smirked and I growled. 

"Oh hun, I know I can," I said as I lifted my leg up hard and fast between his legs. His face turned red and then pale as he dropped me and collapsed to the ground yelling in pain. I quickly took this as my chance and began to run to the door when he said something that made me stop in my tracks.

"Agatha." He said. I turned to look at him.

"what about Agatha?" I growled. He repeated it again and I walked towards him grabbing his shirt collar. "What do you know about her? Answer me now!" I yelled. 

"Sh-She isn't what she seems." He said. I looked at him confused and then I scoffed and shoved him back at the ground. "Joshua I swear to god Pick up," I said into the earpiece. I walked out of the room they so casually left open for me. I saw bright white lights everywhere and an empty hall. I slowly inched my way down the hallway when I finally heard Josh's voice.

"Morgan? Where are you?" He asked. His voice had pure panic in it. 

"I don't know. It's very bright and compact though." I said. I kept walking finding no form of door or window. What was this place?

"Dammit Morgan. Are you okay?" He asked, his voice changed to a concerned tone. It was then I realized how much damage I had gone through. My arms were bleeding and I still had some wood stabbed into them causing them to keep bleeding as well as my legs. 

"No, not really. Considering I was just tortured." I said sighing sadly. I kept going taking random twists and turns trying to get out. I looked up to see if there were any windows when I saw an escape route. A vent. I looked around and I climbed onto the wall the best I could. "Thank god for climbing signs when I was in 3rd grade," I grunted pulling myself up to the vent and then opening the vent. In third grade, our bus stop had a street sign I used to challenge my fellow bus mates to see who could get up to the top. I won most of the time. Seems like those times were paying off.

"We're trying to find you the best we can. Don't move too much." He said. I scoffed. 

"Too late for that. I'm getting in a vent to try and get out." I whispered and I got in closing it and beginning to crawl. 

"Morgan. If you bleed out..." He started but he strayed off the sentence. "Be careful." He said sighing. 

"I will. Just try and have a medical team ready when I get back." I said smiling gently. 

"Oh, I don't have a medical team. I'm bringing the kit with me." He said. Wait he was going to try to find me himself?

"Josh..." I started with a small smile but he interrupted. 

"No questions. I'm coming to get you." He said. My heart skipped a few beats as a small smile graced my face. 

"Then I guess I'll see you soon?" I asked quietly and a new voice joined us over the earpiece. 

"Guys, we can all hear you. You two need to date or something because oh my god it's getting weird." A random guy said and I blushed bright red. 

"I-It's not like that!" I said stuttering and I heard multiple chuckles. 

"Yeah. We'll believe that when we see it. Josh go get her. Dear lord." He said the ending quietly as if to himself. I sighed as I continued crawling through the vent hoping that soon I would be at the end of it not too long.