Ch. 10

Spencer’s POV:

            I saw Ash jump. My screams were muffled by my assailant’s gloved hand. “Get her! She’s the one that matters!” the woman screamed at her subordinate, who charged straight towards the window, sending a huge chunk of the wall flying. “YOU LOST HER!” my capturer howled angrily. What were they talking about? Nobody could survive that fall. “Sorry, she got out first-”“Just shut up, you sorry excuse for a super-soldier.” The woman sneered. “Luckily, we have one more chance to get her with this ho right here.” She said, referring to me. I struggled, trying to tear away from her suffocating hold on me. “You’re going to help us get Ashley, aren’t you, Barbie?” the woman snickered evilly. I felt her pinch something in my neck right before I collapsed.

          I opened my eyes t be blinded by a horribly bright light. Like the ones they use during surgeries at hospitals. To my horror, I was strapped down to something not unlike an operating table. Where was I? I could barely move my head; even that was held in place by something encased around most of my head. I painfully attempted to look down at the rest of my body. Wires and sensors were attached to almost every part of my body. I breathed in sharply as I realized that I was completely at the mercy of my captors. “Finally awake?” a cold voice asked.  I recognized it as the voice of the female captor. I saw her walk over to my side; she was Latina, with tan skin and gleaming green eyes that were full of venomous hatred. She made me think of her as a serpent. “Welcome to the interrogation room.” She smirked. “Let’s get down to business.” She said, walking around me. “You are here because we need something from you. Information. If you’re willing to give up the information we need from you, then you might make it out of here alive. If not…” she said, pausing for effect, “Then I have something special prepared fro you. It’ll have you begging for me to kill you.” She said icily. I believed her. Those merciless emerald eyes radiated no warmth or signs of restraint at all. “So…tell me where you think Ashley Davies is.” She demanded, leaning down over me. “Ash?” I asked, not even knowing if that was who she was really referring to. “Also known as Elizabeth Johnson, her alias.” The woman sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know anything about her really. This was our first da-” Slap. Her hand connected with my cheek with such force that I saw stars after she slapped me. “Don’t waste your time trying to lie to me.” My interrogator snarled. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? He might be, but I certainly am not.” She said, referring to her male subordinate who stood at the other side of the room. “She doesn’t associate with girls like you unless you two have something going on. You know where she probably went.” “I’m telling you, I don’t-“BAM. My chin was introduced to a hard right from the Latina. My lip started to bleed. I whimpered slightly. “I’m getting tired of asking you. WHERE IS SHE?!” the woman raged, obviously losing her patience with me.