My eyelids feel like they weigh a few pounds as I try and blink them open. I don't know how much time has gone by, but I know I am laying on my right shoulder on the hard ground. The cloud of confusion from the chloroform that's kept me under its spell is finally starting to dissipate and the reality of being kidnapped is sinking in. My mind reminds me that in my haze, they have force-fed me granola bars and let me have bathroom breaks before drugging me back to sleep. I have no idea how long this routine has gone on for now.

I barely peek my eyes open, trying to gauge the situation but all I can see from my angle are small silver metal rods. I slowly open both eyes and realize the rods are legs of old plastic chairs, like ones found in the classroom of a high school. They've moved me to a new room.

I pull at my hands and realize they are still clasped together behind my back. I try pulling my legs toward me and end up pulling a chair along the floor with them. They've been tied to a small rack that hangs underneath the chair; a tray used to hold textbooks. My thumping heart pulses adrenaline through me as I begin to panic. I roll onto my back and can feel the sticky thick duct tape placed over my lips. This is the first time I have woken up alone and long enough to get my bearings before being shoved into a bathroom.

I immediately start itemizing everything I once learned in my self-defense class back in college, but I don't remember learning how to escape being tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. I use my core to sit up and I don't see anyone else in the room with me. I can see that I am in some sort of old classroom, with dusty old chalkboards lining the walls and rusty filing cabinets are pushed along the back of the room. Old plastic chairs are pushed together next to the filing cabinets and I am hidden in the back, not seen if anyone opens the classroom door that sits next to the chalkboards. I rack my brain, trying to think of an abandoned school in the woods near Hollis but nothing comes to mind. I have no idea where Ryan and Austin think I am and I have no idea where to go if I can escape out of here.

I stretch my spine up further and can see faded posters coming off the beige drywall. The room is dark so I can't fully see what's pictured on the posters but I can make out a diagram of a large utility boat. I look around to try and make out other posters and I figure out that I am in the old search and rescue schoolhouse in Riverside. I can smell the thickness of the river water and know I must not be too far from Hollis.

I hear the classroom doorknob jiggling so I immediately lay back down and snap my eyes shut.

"She should come to shortly, she stayed out much longer than expected, but it's easier to keep her contained if she's knocked out anyway," Simon says and I do my best to stay still. I don't know Simon's intentions so I figure it's best to stay "sleeping."

"If she wakes up, what would you like me to do?" I hear Frank the beast ask and Simon is silent a moment.

"She's the size of a yardstick, I'm sure you can handle a frail little girl," Simon snaps. "Just make sure she don't leave this room. We'll figure out what to do with her after the wedding in a couple hours." A couple hours? That must mean I have been repeatedly knocked out cold for almost two days?! No wonder every muscle in my body aches. How has no one found me yet?

"Yessir," Frank says sarcastically. I peek through my eyelashes and see their feet at the front of the room. I press my eye closed again as I hear the classroom door slam shut. Frank starts whistling while he slides a chair across the dirty linoleum flooring. The chair creaks under his weight and I hear him lean against the plastic. He can only see my legs tied to the chair from his angle, so I try to not even so much as twitch. My heart skips a beat from the sudden squeal of his phone jingle and seconds later he answers.

"Frank. I'm doin' some babysittin'... Hello...? Can you hear me?.. Damn it....One second, I don't get any damn reception here in the buildin'." I watch his feet move towards the door and wait until I hear the door click closed. I spring back up to a seated position and examine the room once more. I don't see any kind of sharp object I can easily get to, to break my feet free from the duct tape and chair. As my eyes continue to glide across the room, I see a framed picture of a fire escape plan hung over a fire alarm and form an idea.