Chapter 2 2

Before anyone else moved I jumped up and punched Blake in the balls. He groaned and doubled over in pain.

"Bitch," he groaned, but he managed to grab my arm and yank me backwards. I crashed into the van wall and hissed in pain when I hit my head.

"Everyone, get in!" Jack yelled and I groaned when the doors to the van slammed. I was trapped.

"The balls?" Blake winced and grabbed my arm, shoving me back down back into the bench. "Really?"

"Don't be such a baby," I muttered and he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans and directed a blow to my temple. "That's just rude," I groaned as my head rang and black dots clouded my vision. It wasn't hard enough to knock me out, but after getting shoved into the van door and hitting my head on the van wall it was certainly enough to daze me.

Blake reached under the bench and I heard the chinking of chains. I was too dazed to fight back, I could barely concentrate on sitting up straight let alone fighting Blake. He lifted a handful of chains and handcuffed my hands together. He did the same to my feet and then clipped the handcuffs to a metal bar underneath the bench. My hands and feet were connected by a piece of chain and I sighed.

I really was trapped.

"Is this all really necessary?" One of the guys I didn't know asked. "She doesn't exactly look fit enough to fight back."

"She could be dying and still put up a fight," Jack scoffed. "That's Daisy for you."

"When I can think straight and not see two of you I am going to kill you," I growled and Jack grinned.

"How long have you been coughing blood?" He wondered and I weakly pulled against the chains. "Have you had any migraines yet? What about sickness?"

"You're giving me a migraine," I hissed and started to cough violently again. I couldn't move my hands higher than my waist so I couldn't cover my mouth and I coughed up blood. Blake saw this and he grabbed a tissue out of his pocket and covered my mouth with it. My coughing fit lasted for about 5 minutes and when I was done I groaned and leaned back against the van wall. Blake dropped the bloody tissue and wiped his hands on my jeans, smirking at me when I glared at him.

He took seat opposite me and I looked around to see everyone staring at me.

Eli was sitting next to me and he frowned. "What did you do to her?" He wondered. "She looks like shit."

"Thanks," Jack grinned.

"When we suspected she had thoughts about leaving so Jack poisoned her," Blake explained.

"It works slowly and gets worse over time. You get sick, bad headaches and your stomach feels like it's being ripped apart from the inside, that's why she's coughing up blood," Jack said.

"How do you stop it?" One of the random guys asked.

"We have an antidote," Jack said.

"What would happen if she didn't get it?"

"She'd die," Eli guessed.

"Bingo," I said and rolled my eyes.

"I thought you didn't want her dead," Eli said.

"We knew she'd either turn herself in if she got too ill, or because she was ill she'd slip up and we'd find her," Blake said.

"How did you find me?"

"You missed a camera," Blake shrugged.

"Where?"

"Two girls taking a selfie," Jack laughed. "You were in the background."

"Fucking hell," I sighed. "What's going to happen to me when we get back to the Agency? Deserters get killed."

"But we all know that isn't going to happen to you," Jack smirked.

"So what is?"