Captured by criminals

Rosa gasped and jerked awake.

Her dark hair was dripping, a bucket of cold water having just been thrown over her. She was tied to a metal chair in the what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

It had all happened so quickly. The nine nine had been tailing the perps, the plan being executed perfectly. But suddenly, she and Santiago had been cut off from the others, hopelessly outnumbered in an ambush.

"Sorry to wake you," a male voice mocked. Looking up, Rosa saw three men wearing balaclavas stood in front of her. She could take them.

Lurching forwards, Rosa almost toppled over; her restraints were stronger than she thought.

The three men laughed, enjoying watching her struggle.

"Careful! You don't want to hurt your little toesies!"

Glancing down, Rosa saw that her captors had removed her jacket, boots and socks. She glared furiously at the three men, unable to suppress a blush.

"If you creeps let me go right now, I'll go easy on you."

Rosa instinctively reached for her pocket, forgetting briefly that she wasn't wearing her jacket and that she was tied up.

"Looking for this?" one of the men said playfully, waving her trusty and favourite knife at her. "Here, let me return it."

He walked forwards, and before Rosa knew what he was doing, her shirt fell away to the floor, sliced clean in two. She gasped as the cool air hit her exposed stomach.

"Now, it's very simple," the third man said. "You tell us what we need to know, you get to keep your clothes."

Rosa stared back stubbornly. If they wanted to get information out of her, they would have to try harder than that.

"Still don't feel like talking?"

The man with her knife stepped forwards once more and sliced through her bra. Rosa furiously bit back tears as her exposed breasts began to heave, stiffening in the chill.

"You look pretty cold! If you tell us what you know about our operation, maybe I'll give you something to wear."

Rosa shook her head, refusing to even speak.

When the man stepped forwards again, Rosa was ready. She kicked out at him, her flailing legs finally landing a blow.

"Bitch," he cursed at the laughing girl as he staggered away, clutching his face. But Rosa's joy was short lived. The trio descended on her as one, managing to subdue her lower limbs.

The knife was placed under the waistband of her pants and underwear, the metal cold against her thigh.

"Last chance," he whispered in her ear. "How long have you been tracking us? Tell me what communication channels we use. What evidence do you have against us?"

Rosa turned to look up in the eyes.

"Go to hell," she cursed.

The knife tore through the fabric like butter, dragging Rosa's final two garments down her thighs, past her knees and pooling around her ankles. In a last, **** act, Rosa planted her feet firmly on the ground, but he simply cut away her useless clothing and scooping it all up.

As the three men stared at their naked captive, their naked captive glared back, humiliated but refusing to show it. One of the men reached out to tuck her curly hair behind one ear, but hastily withdrew as Rosa tried to bite him.

"Still a fighter?" he chuckled. "Let's see how much of a tough girl in a few days."

With that the three men departed.

xxx

The moment the door closed and locked, Rosa allowed herself a sob. Tears splashed down onto her thighs.

Tied naked to a chair in a room with three men. Under normal circumstances, that sounded like a fun night to Rosa, but not when they're hardened criminals and murderers and you've got no hope of rescue.

Rosa shivered as she pulled at her restrains, but it was no good.

Days. He had said days. Surely they wouldn't leave it that long before they returned? They couldn't!

The naked cop slumped back in her chair, saving her strength for the moment to strike, taking consolation in the fact that she hadn't given up any intel.

Now all she needed was Amy to escape and find her...