(honestly I had no idea what gif to use but since she has blood on her lip I thought it might work lol)

SAMANTHAS POV
The sudden feeling of my arms growing tired stirred me awake.

Fluttering my eyes open, I noticed that I was chained to the ceiling of a dirty tunnel.I saw the presence of my father, tied to a chair, next to me. Which mad me instantly feel sick, as to why it did, I don't know.

Gaining focus of my whereabouts, I could feel something bothering me. The itch stuck in my throat made me start to cough, which caused blood to spill out my mouth and fall on to the floor.

My father noticed my awakening as I groaned "Samantha! Are you okay?!" "Where are we?" I managed to get out. My throat felt dry and my energy was slowly draining once again. "I'm not sure. I woke up a couple minutes before you did."

There were plastic sheets hanging in front of us, to blur what was behind them. Although, I should see that there were men working on something.

From behind the plastic curtains, Ghost emerged out of the light. "Stan...Samantha," He spoke quietly, looking at the each of us "you're awake. I look forward to what will happen now." "I'm sure you are, Ronnie." My father replied. Of course he was being a smart alec.

"I wanna show you something." "Well, alright." Ronnie turned around and took off his vest. Placing it on the ground, he slipped off his shirt, revealing permanent scares all over his back.

I could barley keep my eyes open, but I needed to stay awake. I couldn't be vulnerable in a time like this.

"Savages, right Stan?" He walked towards my father once again, as he took out his gun and held his arms up to showcase his torso. "But you know something? I don't blame them...I blame you." He spoke while turning his attention to me. If there was one thing I got from my father, it was the need to be a know it all.

"Never would've happened if you would've followed orders Ronnie." I replied weakly. Clenching his jaw, he placed his gun at my forehead. I could see my father tense up, but I kept eye contact with Ronnie.

"You go down out there you're a Ghost. You're a John Doe. You get captured..." Taking the gun off me, Ronnie placed it in his mouth. "Awe you remembered. That's very gratifying, thank you."

Looking at me in disbelief, he was surprised at my answer. He probably expected my sympathy, but that was something that did not exist for this man anymore.

"You made me proud today Ron." My father spoke up, stealing Ronnie's attention away from me. Taking out the gun, Ronnie grabbed my dads jaw. "You should've came for me." "Ten men would've died. You put ten men's life in danger cause you couldn't follow a fucking order. Fuck you!" "Fuck orders. Fuck the mission. This was me, I was your boy." Letting go of my dad, Ronnie grabbed the back of my head and yanked me towards him. "Most importantly I was this sweet angels boy."

He grazed his lips against mine. I tried to tilt my head away from him, but his strong grip kept me in place. I could hear the chains, that kept my father tied, being yanked at. Neither him or I wanted this rat's hands on me.

With all the strength that I had left, I lifted my legs to wrap around Ghost's waist. Twisting my body, I pushed him to the ground.

His body hit the floor and he looked up at me, with eyes full of rage. "I should've known you were still a bitch, Samantha."

He got up immediately and walked over to his bag. Pulling out rusted chains, he waltzed over to me  and started to wrap my legs in the chains. I struggled to kick him off of me. With no energy, I was no match for Ronnie. He could hit me and i'd be done for.

He tied the chains to a hook that was planted in the concreted ground. I tried wiggling my way out of them but Ronnie had wrapped them around me too tightly. Unable to move, I watched as he took one of my fathers arms and tied it in chains to the ceiling, like mine.

Walking back, he slipped on his shirt and started talking to some of his men that were working on building the bomb. "Samantha...we're not going to make it out of this one..." "Dont say that dad." I groaned as I kept trying to wiggle my way out of the chains. He may be correct but we have to try to find a way out.

"He's right, Sammy Girl...you're not gonna be able to get through this one." Ronnie walked back to us, and stepped in front of me, clocking a rifle that he had retrieved from one of his men. "I'll make sure no one will find you." "You're pathetic!" I spat at him.

This man disgusted me, I should've never trusted him.

Ronnies fist collided with my check. More blood slipped from out my mouth, as the chains that held my father sounded like they were being pulled at. "What's wrong Stan? don't like me touching your precious daughter?" Ronnie's fist met my face once again, knocking me out cold. My vision became blurry like before and my ears rang.

My head fell back as my eyes slowly closed. My father's screams where the last thing that I could hear, clearly, as everything became dark. I could still hear some mumbles, but they slowly started to fade out along with everything that else.