41 To End This Way

"Help! Help me!" Sam's screams came out muffled as she was thrown into something. She couldn't see because of the blindfold over her eyes. Her mind raced back and forth as her life flashed before her eyes. This wasn't what she bargained for.

"Shush. Do not make a fuss," a voice she recognized as Paige's own shushed her from making any more noise, and she knew that she was done for.

"Please, let me go," Sam hated the condition she was in because she couldn't utter coherent words without feeling like a fool.

"Say what now?" Paige said, completely mocking her. "I wonder where your confidence went to." She said and shut something down.

She realized that she was in the trunk of a car when the car zoomed off. She was at least thankful that she wore a black tee and pajama pants to keep her warm and wished that Desmond would notice her absence by morning and come rescue her.