The Cabin in the Woods

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Privington, Ashville not only holds the most interesting records of criminals, but it also is the home to the three young detectives; Marty, Wesley, and Jackie. After closing down yet another stolen goods operation, the trio is called upon to take on another task. However, this time it's different, and later on known to be extremely dangerous.

Chief Blanton, of the Privington Police Department, has given the young sleuths the task of finding his son, who has disappeared. Of course they accept, not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into. When Jackie gets kidnapped, will the trio decide to back off or will they fight on? Will they find the chief's son, or will they fail?

Read on to dive deeper into this mystery.

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25. Chapter 25 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

I cowered in a corner, shaking and whimpering in fright. Tears refused to spill from my eyes as I have cried so much already. Nathan was sat at the kitchen table, every so often sending a look my way, his eyes gleaming with joy. I couldn't take it anymore. I was in so much pain that it had reached unbearable, making me wish I didn't exist. I had screamed so much for Marty when Nathan hit me that my throat now burned like fire. Marty would call my name back in a heartbreaking cry that tore me to pieces.

 

I always thought of making another break for it but the thought of probably getting caught again didn't exactly tickle my fancy. As much as I knew that I needed to make a move in order to escape, I just couldn't. I couldn't get up, couldn't yell and yell for help, and all the fight was knocked out of me. I was so out of it that I felt useless and guilty. Marty and Wesley were in that room alone with no way out. I knew what Nathan was going to do to them, but I hoped that they'd be okay and somehow find an escape route. Couldn't they just be let free? Couldn't they just promise to not say a word and go back home where it's safe?

 

Obviously that's not how Nathan works. This group of convicts didn't want to take any chances. They took anyone who witnessed something or knew something about them and their operation. From there they would keep them here at the cabin maybe as hostages to keep police away or for other reasons unknown to anyone.

 

I looked up as someone else entered the kitchen. My mind was too full of other things for his name to pop up, but I did recognize him as one of Nathan's colleagues.

 

"Eh, Nathan?" he asked, scribbling something down onto a piece of paper that was attached to a clipboard. "The load is ready."

 

"Hm," Nathan hummed, satisfied. "About time. I should like to see 'em."

 

"Alright." The man glanced down at me, not an ounce of guilt or pity crossing his face. "And her?" he said. "Where will the girl go in the meantime?"

 

"I'll take her with me."

 

"But she'll see—"

 

"She'll see alright, but who's she gonna tell? Her boyfriend?" Nathan smirked at me. "If she ever sees him again..." He specifically emphasized the 'if' so as to make a point. He wanted me to be frightened about what they'd do to Marty.

 

Nathan's colleague chuckled, turning away. He walked down the hall and entered a door, shutting it behind him. Nathan turned to face me, now standing up. He rested his big, rough hands on his hips and a cool, relaxed smile settle onto his sick face.

 

"Get up, little girl. I'm warning you now; make any stupid move and your little friends will suffer a not so nice passing." He raised his eyebrow as if daring me to test him. When I didn't immediately rise, he took a step closer, showing that he was the boss around here.

 

"I won't repeat myself a third time, so listen and do as told. Get. Up." He raised a hand and I shut my eyes.

 

"Okay!" I squeaked. I struggled to rise as my legs were so sore, but I made an effort to so that things wouldn't get any worse. Not that they couldn't.

 

"That's it," Nathan said, almost sounding calm and reassuring. "Now, stay right ahead of me and don't try anythin'. You know what'll happen if you do," he added in a more commanding tone.

 

We walked down the hallway and I noticed just how old and unkempt the house looked. Like all the other rooms I had been in the wallpaper was peeling, revealing the ugly colour beneath it. At each door there hung a light on the left side of the frame, casting a dim glow that made your shadows look like creatures lurking in the dark. Each door was light brown in colour and had long white scratch marks visible from top to bottom. The floor was covered in an old and hideous carpet the colour of rust. It really was a dump.

 

"Stop there," Nathan commanded, pausing my movement with a firm grip on my shoulder. I stiffened at the contact, afraid.

 

With his other hand he opened the door that we stood in front of. Light burst out, illuminating the dark hallway and momentarily blinding me. I blinked multiple times before becoming accustomed to the brightness. Pushing me inside and following close behind, Nathan closed the door and walked over to a group of people who were gathered around a printing tray, counting something. When I saw the image of a fifty dollar bill on a computer screen beside me, it clicked; they were making counterfeit bills.

 

Everyone paused as Nathan moved forward to inspect their work. But their eyes weren't focused on him.

 

"Who's she?" someone asked.

 

"Isn't she one of dem detectives?" People began breaking out in annoyance of how careless Nathan was to bring someone—a detective of all people—right into their work room. Some calmed when Nathan told them I was too frightened to do anything stupid, while others still brought up the thought of me possibly escaping. Everyone slowly began to agree and soon the whole group of operatives were telling Nathan to put me elsewhere.

 

"Alright!" Nathan barked.

 

I was roughly dragged to what seemed to be a storage room, and tossed carelessly inside. Almost tripping I reached out and grabbed one of the shelves, steadying myself.

 

"Don't make a sound while I'm gone. If I hear you wailing and hollering then I'll come back and show you something to really cry about."

 

The door was slammed shut and I was left in the small, tight space. The only light source was a window that was of course just beyond my reach. I sat down, bringing my knees to my chest and my hands to my chins. I sighed with a shaky breath and waited for Nathan to return.

 
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