You're awfully persisent. Fine. I will allow you one glance. That is all.
{Sam's POV}
My eyes fluttered open, blinking due to the slight sunlight. I look around the room, once my eyes have adjusted.
It was small, maybe a few square feet big. Just enough to fit a twin bed. I try to stand up, but find my arms are chained to the head of the bed.
There's no way I'm able to pull myself free.
I tug, only making the chains rattle. I sit back on the bed.
I sigh, my stomach rumbling slightly.
"You need food in there?" A voice boomed from outside.
"Yeah.." I say, a bit quietly. "I am kinda hungry."
They slip a small plate into the room, onto a conveyer belt and up to me. All I see is one hairy arm, not enough to identify anyone.
"Who are you...?" I ask the man. "And why do you want me?!"
"To the first... I cannot tell you. The second.. I don't want you, I want your friends to come here." The voice booms once more.
"Sarah...?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I shall not answer."
I sigh. "Can you tell me anything at all....?!"
"I can tell you that your friends will find you. You will not stay here for long."
"Helpful."
"Very."
I sigh, as he stomped off, leaving me sitting alone in the room.
I looked out the window, rattling the chains once again.
"Please hurry, Sarah."
Happy now?