Mack's P.O.V

I seemed blindfolded and tied to a chair, unable to recall what had happened before I passed out.

The phone rang alot, around the forth and fifth time it rang, someone in the room answered it, proving that was indeed not alone.

I wanted to know who was with me and answering the phone, as it seemed like they were using a voice changer.

The phone eventually stopped ringing, signalling my chance to try and talk to the person.

“Angel? Is that you?” I whispered, just a bit loud enough for someone near to hear it somehow.

They chuckled, “Who?”

My memory was unclear, but I could remember some vague details. I was out with someone, I'm assuming it was probably Angel.

“What do you want?!” I shouted, hoping someone would hear me, wherever I was.

They kept quiet, but they were clearly still in the room.

“Take this stupid blindfold off!” I demanded, struggling to stand up, only to be held back by the tight rope.

I heard them laughing hysterically, as if the sight of a kidnapped girl was extremely funny.

“No.” They murmured, leaving the room, slamming the door and locking it.

I started tearing up, thinking of the all the horrid things that could happen to me in here.

I need to get out.