Thats Vegas! Chapter 7

~Chapter 7~1

*The Closet*2

“Let me outta here!”  Sarah yelled from her deserted cramped location.  She kicked the closet door and kept yelling through the duct tape.  “Let me go!  NICK!! Where are you! Please let me go!”  She called but with no prevail.  She moved her tied body into a sitting position and leaned against he white wall.  Inhaling hard, she thought of the current events that have happened.   Nick pulling her from the car and throwing her on the ground, taking the duct tape and tapping her arms together, along with her legs and putting it over her mouth, then taking the handkerchief and covering her eyes.  After this he grabbed a knife and held it to her throat and calmly whispered in her ear, “Don’t struggle or else, “ he tightened the grip on the knife and pressed a little more on her throat. “I’ll kill you..”  Sarah stopped struggling and felt her strength leave her.  “Good girl..” He hissed in her ear and picked her up and tossed her in the back seat of the car.  She couldn't tell much about the way they were going. The only way was by the direction she was tossed in.  Fist he took a right, then a left, yet another left and they drove straight for a while, sudden right and then a halting stop.3

Shaking she sat up but as she did she heard the door next to her open and she was pulled harshly from the car.  Pushed inside and pushed into the location she was now... she was stuck.  She wriggled her arms and winced as the duct tape held fast.  She oped and closed her mouth, pushed it with her tongue and finally managed to feel it fall from her lips.  She gasped and kept working on her hands.  In the force of her tugging, she topped over, landing on a hook on the side wall.  After wincing from it, she realized she could use this to her advantage.  4

Carefully twisting around, she struggled to hook the tape to the hardware.  When she finally did it, she leaned forward and pulled.  "Gotta get free.. gotta get free" she told herself as she finally heard the tape rip.  She rubbed her wrists and took the blind fold off her eyes.  Bending her knees to her chest to get the tape from there, she heard footsteps growing ever closer to her.  She laid still and listed for them to fade.  As they did she continued her quest for the freedom of her binds.  as she got them off, she stood up and tried the handle.  "It's locked!" she whined.  She looked around and finally, something caught her eye.5