We don't have time

Autumn's standpoint

I whimpered from pain and disgust. My whole body and that horrible smell. It smelt like dry urine and vomit, really sticky and smelly vomit. I forced my eyes open, already knowing what to expect. Unlike some people who wouldn't recognize where they were when they first woke up after being kidnapped. I knew I was kidnapped, I knew who took me but not who he was. I was more concerned for my unborn child and Chelsea, they probably knocked her out with the butt of a gun. The hit could cause a concussion and that wasn't what I wished for my best friend. If she didn't concuss, she was likely to bleed to death. Hopefully, they didn't knock her out.

Surprisingly, I was in a bedroom, a dirty old bedroom. I was wondering what the hell they used the bedroom for when the devil opened the door and walked in. I rolled my weak eyes away from his evil smirk and threw myself back into my sleeping position.

"You are finally awake,"

"Yeah, no thanks to you," I said scornfully.

"Baby,