*2...2...8*

(Amelia's P.O.V)

I managed to swallow, and twitch my head. He seemed to have forgotten about the paralysis wearing off, and I wondered what made him so careless. But then I realised, perhaps his other personality was making him hesitant and tense.

And so he hadn't yet done anything to me; just left me there. I wasn't sure how long I'd been there, but it couldn't have been long, for he hadn't yet fed me, and the other women didn't suffer from starvation.

I gulped again, trying to test whether other parts of my body would move. Luckily, I found that after some vigorous twitching, my head managed to loll to the right slightly, and I got a blurry view of the wall.

Metal rungs hung from the rafters, and the walls were grimy and thick with grit, but three large letters were printed in bold underneath the dust. After keen probing of the text, I realised they were actually numbers; 228.

Twitching my eyebrows into a frown, I wondered what they meant, and if there would be any more clues on my left as to where I was.

After a struggle to move my head the other way, I finally managed to tilt it to the left, and what I saw made a surge of hope plummet through my numb body.

A cellphone, glowing green, had been discarded directly beside my head. The signal was low, but it may be enough to make a call.

I sucked in a sharp breath and strained for my hand to move. At first, nothing happened, and it remained flopped by my side. Then it twitched and jerked abruptly, inching closer to the phone, before falling unresponsive once more. I released my breath, gritting my teeth in frustration.

I urged my fingers to move again, willing with all my might to just slide closer to my only hope, but the drug forced my body to disobey my commands.

I choked back a sob, wanting more than anything to be out of this mess and in Reid's arms.

Wait, no. Why was I thinking like that? Reid was no more than a work partner. But he was also a friend, and I wanted to see him again.

I sighed slowly, my tongue lolling as my eyes blinked away the dust that had crumbled from the ceiling.

Then, without any command, my arm gave another jerk, and my fingers brushed past the mobile. I willed my fingers to grasp it, and almost yelped with glee as I managed to close my trembling hands over the device.

The effects of the drug were wearing off quicker than I had initially thought, and a tingling sensation through my fingertips alerted me of my ability to press buttons.

Luckily, I'd managed to memorise Reid's number, and struggled to type it into the keypad. I just really hoped he'd pick up.

Straining with effort, I pressed the dial button and waited for it to ring, keeping it by my ear. Oh, how I wanted to hear Reid's voice again...

"Hello?"

I gulped, my mouth turning dry and numb. No, please don't fail my now.

"Uh, hello? Is anyone there?"

Yes! It's me! I willed my mouth to say, but I merely groaned.

"Hello?"

I had to say something or he'd put the phone down on me. "R...reee... reeeid..." I managed to rasp, the words rolling from my tongue in a cracked whisper.

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. "Amelia?!"

There was an excited chatter through the line.

"Yyy...yess."

Reid breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

I gasped. It was too much effort to talk. I had to say something meaningful. Something that would help him with my location.

And then it hit me. "2...2...8," I hissed, gulping as my throat burned. "2...2-"

"What're you doing?!" A voice exploded from the other end of the room.

Damn it.

I heard approaching footsteps, thundering toward me, and Thomas abruptly kicked the phone from my hand. It clattered across the floor and fell dead.

I gasped in pain as I felt his boot connect with my wrist, jerking it into an odd angle. But as he continued kicking my torso and thighs, I felt nothing. Yet I heard it. The crunching of bones, ripping of flesh. Blood pooled around my waist, but I couldn't be sure where it was coming from. This was the complete opposite to what he did to his other victims.

He was tearing me to pieces.

And I couldn't feel any of it.

*Whoop, another update! I hope this one was okay. I'm super close to finishing it, so I'm trying to update as frequent as possible. Have a nice weekend ;)*