A rage erupted inside of me making me rise up and stalk over to him.

"I want some answers," I yelled stabbing him with my finger to his chest. "I've been kidnapped, held against my will and I want to know what you want from me."

I wanted to shake him to raise some emotion from him but he stood immovable and indifferent to my meltdown.

"Are you experimenting on me? Is that it?" I asked studying him closely to see any sign that I was on the right track with my question.

Feeling more frustrated I slammed my fist onto his chest. He didn't even flinch or make any move to stop me. I wanted answers and I wanted him to give them too.

"Answer me," I yelled beating my fists against his chest. Desperation clawed at me as a sob tore from me.

At this point I was past caring what he would do to me.

When he remained silent the rage that had burned inside of me dimmed and it left as suddenly as it had started. My hands fisted his shirt. Without the emotion I felt so tired. It felt like all my energy had been sapped from my body and when I rested my forehead against his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment before I lifted my head to gaze up at him and dropped my hands from his chest.

His eyes hypnotized me and I struggled to look away.

My vision tilted. He caught me and carried me on the bed with an ease and speed that I didn't have the mind to process.

"No more," I whispered, pushing him away. Tears escaped from my eyes. I didn't have the strength to go through that again and I wanted him to go so I could close my eyes just for a minute.

A tiredness seeped into my muscles making my eyelids grow heavy. I felt a finger on my cheek as I slipped into the darkness.

***********

I stared at the ceiling listening for any sounds. It was so quiet. Too quiet.

But at least I felt better than I had when I had woken up this time but remembering I was being held against my will and what had been done to me weighed heavily on my mind.

I dreaded the next visit from the dark haired man who had tormented me from the start of my captivity.

Even trying to think back to how I had been taken was jumbled and hazy. I remembered who I was. I remembered a childhood growing up with two very loving parents. Unlike most adults my age I didn't have childhood baggage.

Even at school my grades had been average but a love of books had pushed me into working as a Liberian. Seeing rows and rows of books excited me and the smell of books gave me a feeling of contentment.

The last jumbled memory I could recall was leaving my one bedroom apartment to go to work. But I had no memory of being kidnapped. It was even difficult to time line how long I had been here. My guess was three days.

I stayed in regular content with my parents since I had left home two years ago. Had I been gone long enough for them to be concerned?

The suspense for my next encounter with my tormentor kept me on edge.

The blood stains on the white vest I wore reminded me of my last encounter with him. My fingers touched my lips when I remember his mouth against mine. The thought gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I was a shy girl who had struggled to feel comfortable with boys. But despite that I slept with a guy who I had dated for about three months. He had been an accountant who worked in the building next door to the library.

From the moment my first time had started I had wished for it to be finished. That had been the nail in the coffin for our fledgling relationship.

I had avoided going out during lunch so there was no chance of bumping into him in the park across the street where we had met.

It had been a few months since I had awkwardly ended our union. He hadn't seemed that bothered which had meant I had done the right thing. It only reiterated that I was better off on my own.

There was a small bathroom with only a toilet and a sink adjoined to the room. I hadn't needed to use it since I had awakened in the room.

Still feeling so thirsty I had drank from water I had scooped in my hand but it hadn't quenched my thirst. Maybe I was sick or it was part of what the experiment I was being subjected to. I felt like I was going crazy with nothing to do but think about what they were going to do to me.

There was a faint sound of footsteps. I sat up straight and heard two distinctive footsteps. I was curious but frightened at the same time.

"Please."

I shot to my feet. The distress the girl's voice overriding my fear.

"Please let me go," she begged.

I moved closer to the door.

The sounds drew closer. It sounded like the someone was being dragged along, against their will. Had they kidnapped another girl like they had taken me?

The girls whimpered and I heard what sounded like the door beside me open before the girl cried out. Then there was silence and the door shut.

I listened for the girl but the only sound that echoed was the lock clicking into place and the retreating footsteps.

Why was she quiet? Had she stopped begging knowing they weren't going to let her go or had they done something to her to silence her.

Feeling agitated that I was no closer to figuring out where I was or what they wanted from me I started to pace.

I hugged myself trying to stave off the rising panic that seemed to cycle through me almost every hour. I fought the usual emotions of fear, horror followed by defeat. It didn't take long for the panic to follow.

The waiting was the worst. My mind wondered through so many possibilities that I felt some relief mixed with fear when I heard the footsteps again.

The door to my room unlocked and I took a breath trying to prepare myself.

It was my tormentor. He entered and closed the door behind him. When he turned to face me I scanned his features looking for any weakness I could explore.

"Why am I here?" I ventured. I'd rather know even if it wasn't good. The not knowing was driving me mad.

He refused to answer.

Then I decided I would probably have a better chance of discovering something useful if I was nice to him. There was that saying that you caught more bees with honey than with vinegar.

"What's your name?" I asked, nervously knowing he probably didn't do light conversation but I preserved. If we were on a first name basis it would be a good start.

"Come here."

His voice shivered through me shaking my temporary bravery. I didn't want to.

"Are you going to hurt...me?" I asked, trying to keep his gaze.

"Now." His voice was calm and controlled very much a reflection of his stance as he watched me.

I closed my eyes briefly praying for the strength to execute his command because my mind couldn't command what my body refused to obey.

When I opened my eyes he was right in front of me. His hand went to grip my neck and he backed me up against the wall.

My hand rest of his wrist. "Please." It come out in a hoarse whisper. I pleaded with the humanity inside him not to repeat what he had done to me before.

I couldn't take it again.

His thumb caressed my skin as he watched my reaction. His touch made me feel strange and it made it difficult to think when he was doing that. For a hopeful second I believed he was going to release me.

But just as I lowered my guard his hand tighter around my neck like a vice cutting of my airflow.

I tried to break his grip but nothing I did weakened his hold. My lungs squeezed and I fought for just one more breath. But no matter how much I struggled I couldn't free myself.

Oh my God. I could feel the lack of oxygen as I blinked taking in the look in his eyes. He watched silently as I desperately clawed at his arm. My lungs screamed for air. My tormentor didn't not budge as I fought him. Even when I began to feel weaker.

And then I went limp.