She blinked her eyes open; she was still in the room. Her vision was blurry, but she was still on the bed.

She was tucked in. That was weird. She wasn't the type of person who slept under the blankets, she was the type of person who kicked them off.

She turned her head to the left seeing a piece of paper folded in half. She unfolded it.

Sleep Well?

She didn't respond out loud; but she did. She was hungry and needed to go to the bathroom. Was she even allowed to leave the room?

"Morning, Lili-Rose."

She heard his voice but there was no image on the tv screen.

"Don't panic, I've just taped over the camera. You don't need to see everything."

It made her feel uneasy knowing she couldn't see him. She heard the door unlock.

"I want you to shower than join me for breakfast. I've placed a change of clothes in the bathroom for you."

Should she leave the bed? She didn't want to; too scared to see the danger that lies ahead. He knew so much about her, yet she knew a little of him.

She slowly climbed off the bed. Each step came another shaking nerve. Her hand reached for the bedroom door handle; she took a deep breath as she opened the door.

Was she relieved that he wasn't standing outside the doorway? She was creeped out. She could see the frames hanging on the wall with pictures of her.

Private photos. One of her in her backyard; hanging out her washing, another of her sexually embracing a man; his head had been cut out of the photo and another photo of her standing out the front of a flower shop.

Why did he have photos of her?

She slowly stepped out of the bedroom, too scared to go any further, too scared to see what he had planned for her.

"The second door on your left."

She froze as she looked at him, he stood at the other end of the hallway.

"Do you love the photos?"

She wasn't going to respond, how could she? She was creeped out.

"Have you noticed where we are?"

She didn't understand what he meant. Noticed where we are? She noticed that he was scaring her.

She quickly rushed into the bathroom, locked the bathroom door. Where was she? Why did he want her? Why the photos? How long had he been following her?