Captured (closed)

[wideeyedone]

The cold floor had chilled her to the bone. She curled up, trying to find warmth and comfort. But it was no use. The concrete was so cold it felt wet against her thin clothing. Her feet were bare. She wondered where her shoes were. She had been wearing a pair of chocolate brown leather boots. They were her favorite. She wore them whenever she had the chance.

She tried to focus her eyes in the darkness. The only light was a sliver of gold under the door. She tried to remember. Her head ached. Her mouth was dry and she was cold.

But the last thing she remembered, she had been walking on campus. She had just lectured a group of bored freshman who weren't very interested in American Literature. They especially didn't want to hear from another grad student instead of their professor.

"Tell me about Hank..." His fingers bit into her arm. "Tell me. I want to hear it from your lying mouth."

She shook her head. "he is just my friend. i swear. I swear it." Megan lowered her eyes. "We have lunch at the same time."

"And he looks at you like you are dessert." His voice was a husky growl. "Tell me why."

 

[georgerb]

He allowed her several hours to get the feel of the cold dark room. He slowly dialed up the hidden lighting from upstairs as he sat at his laptop, so when she awoke she could see a bit more of her surroundings that would be her home for a while. Or longer if she didn't conform.

The cameras showed Megan curled up a bit. And her eyes searching.

The knockout drug worked before she could ever answer "Tell me why". And he was just a helpful person assisting a girl who had one drink to many into the rental car he had arranged for.

The increasing light showed the sparse furnishings....a toilet, sink, and a bare metal framed cot. Nothing else yet until she earned it. He wanted to enter and start, but it was too soon. He was a patient man after all.

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan took a few deep breaths and made herself sit up. She wrapped her arms around herself. She was chilled and she could feel herself shivering.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed in the almost empty room. She took a few moments to get to her feet. She felt her way to the door and found that the inside had no handle. She pounded against the heavy door.

"Let me out! Can anybody hear me? Please..." She pounded until her hands hurt. She slumped against the door and slid down it to the floor.

She desperately tried to remember what had happened. But there was nothing.

 

[georgerb]

He turned the lighting up to almost full levels. And studied her face. Upset and scared, but no where near breaking. She was a smart lady and will take some time to crack. And that excited him almost as much as the conquest.

He flipped a switch.....and powered the microphone up. It wouldn't be his voice nor anything odd...a man's voice with reasonable calm and soothing tones.

"Megan."

And he watched her jump at the unexpected sound.

"Shortly you'll see a door in the wall open with a glass so you can get yourself a drink. I am sure your have a deep thirst right about now."

He pressed a button and a small door in the wall by the sink opened with a plastic glass in it.

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan stood and shaking legs and walked slowly to the plastic cup. she filled it with water from the sink and drank it slowly, sipping the water and swishing it around her dry mouth.

"Please.... Can you tell me what is going on?" She asked softly.

She went over to the cot and sat with her knees to her chest and leaned her head against the wall.

"Please....we can work this out."

 

[georgerb]

He debated internally. She needed to be kept guessing for a while.

"I'm sure we will...in time. And before more details, we need to set some guidelines, if you please. Cause and effect, so to speak."

He watched her as she sat on the cot. Not responding right away.

"Now there will be a resistive period in you for awhile, and possibly on and off as you stay here. Those will be your decisions, Megan, not mine."

"So, the room is chilly, right. Would you desire some warmer clothing?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan wanted to tell the disembodied voice to go to hell, but she was afraid of making him angry.

"I am very chilled. My feet are really cold. Could I maybe have a blanket?" She looked around the room trying to find the source of the voice.

There was a dull ache in her head. She wondered if it was maybe from whatever he had given her to knock her out.

"My head hurts..." She offered softly, rubbing the bridge of her nose and then her temples. "Did I hit my head?" She asked, trying to engage him in conversation.

 

[georgerb]

He considered her request and question.

"No, you didn't hit your head, nor did I hit you, in case that's your thought train."

He pushed a key and the panel lifted in the cubby hole that previously delivered the cup.

"You'll find a blanket is available."

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan cautiously took the blanket and wrapped up in it. It was large enough to envelope her. She looked up at where she thought the voice was coming from.

"Thank you for the blanket." She offered softly. "Can you tell me what you want? When I can go home?"

She tried to survey the room, to see if there was some way to get out that she hadn't seen yet. The door looked even sturdier than it did before. She didn't see any windows, or seams in the walls.

"I am really trying not to be afraid." She said aloud, but she wasn't sure if she was telling him or telling herself.

 

[georgerb]

He listened to tell herself she wasn't afraid and because there wasn't any conviction in it, he knew she was very scared.

"We have plenty of time to discuss those issues, Megan. There's no need to rush as we have time to sort everything out."

He studied her face, an almost beauty queen level of the girl next door. He debated to leave the lights on all night or keep the room in darkness; the later choice seemed more appropriate to break her down sooner.

"If your hungry, I could get you something light to eat as long as you stay polite."

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan felt tears coming as she hid herself in the blanket.

"I don't think I can eat right now. I feel sick. " her voice started to shake as she spoke. "People will be looking for me." She stammered but she knew that she lived alone and wasn't scheduled to lecture again until tomorrow.

She laid down and turned her face to the wall, trying to hide her tears. It didn't take long, soon she was crying in earnest. She was terrified.

 

[georgerb]

Jim watched as she curled up and faced the wall. A reaction he expected.

"I'm pretty sure your professor already knows of a personal emergency that will take you away for a few weeks."

He dimmed the lights by 50%. But the infrared cameras showed him all detail and her body stiffening as she absorbed his statement.

"Would you like me to bring you anything from your apartment? Or shall I just let you rest and consider your personal thoughts for the evening?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan cried until her voice was hoarse.

"I don't want you in my apartment. I don't want you touching my things, you psycho. Let me out of here. Just let me go!" She tried to yell at the speaker in the ceiling, but her voice was weak.

She got off the cot and backed herself into the corner with her blanket. She felt better with her back to the wall.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She didn't know how long it took for her to stop crying and go to sleep.

 

[georgerb]

He lowered the lights to almost out, leaving just a faint glow barely overpowering the light coming in from under the door.

Jim activated the remote speaker in his bedroom so he could hear if she called out in the night and the video recorders in case she started exploring the room. It was near midnight when she sounded as if in a deep sleep and he lowered the lights in the outside room and headed to bed.

It should be interesting tomorrow he thought before falling into an untroubled sleep.

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan was walking down the stone pathway in front of her childhood home. She looked up at the sun and let the sunlight wash over her skin and her chocolate brown hair. She looked over and her friend Lane stood beside her. He looked at her with the saddest eyes.

"Where are you Megan? Who has you? What is he going to do to you?" Lane's voice was filled with worry and Megan tried to explain, she tried to tell him she was alright. Except he couldn't hear her. She began to panic and then she awakened with a start.

She cried out when she started awake. She was shivering, as the blanket had fallen away.She made herself get to her feet. She felt around the room, looking for anything she could use as a tool to get the door open. There was nothing.

She thought about what that meant about the man holding her. He had planned this, he was prepared.

She pounded on the door. He had to let her go.

 

[georgerb]

The pounding reverberated from the speaker at just before dawn. He was surprised she had lasted this long, but it had been a rough evening for her. A quick review of the cam showed that she had done a search and realized he had prepared for all of this.

He headed to the kitchen after a quick shower, the speakers playing a decreasing tempo to the pounding. He made a strong cup of coffee for himself and a small carafe for her. Down the stairs and by memory only without any additional lighting, placed the carafe and a cup in his side of the pass through.

Sitting at his desk and activating the laptop, he slowly brought up the cell lights to half intensity. "Good Morning, Megan. How was your sleep?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan's eyes narrowed when she heard the speakers come to life.

"Let's stop with this charade. I am not going to act like you are just being a good host. What the hell do you want? My parents don't have money, I don't have any savings. The university might pay something... but I doubt it." She was trying to be rational, but she was having trouble controlling her emotions. Her voice was shaking and cracking.

"Please, I don't know what I did to upset you.... or catch your attention... or what ever, but please.... just let me go. I won't tell anyone.... just let me go...."

Her voice faded to tears again and she cried quietly behind her hands.

"I want to go home... please, I just want to go home."

 

[georgerb]

Jim was amused at her demands, but completely logical he thought, as she tried to justify her situation.

"Megan, it may take a while, but we are going to get to know one another quite well and intimately, all of your actions to do so. I'm sure you won't believe that right now and don't expect you to, at this early stage. You won't be seeing home anytime soon. That's why I asked if you wanted anything from there.

Would you care for some morning coffee? Just ask politely and it is yours."

 

[wideeyedone]

She walked to the cot and grabbed the plastic cup he had given her the day before. She threw the cup as hard as she could at the speaker.It ricocheted back a her and bounced off of her shoulder and clattered against the floor.

"I am not staying here. I am going home. I am going home." She glared at the speaker.

"Are you some sort of crazy person? Are you some sort of serial killer?" She felt as if she were losing her mind. "I am not going to politely ask for coffee, you jackass."

 

[georgerb]

"Pretty sure I am not crazy, Megan. Or at least no more so than most folks walking the streets today. And definitely not a serial killer the last time I checked. I can be a bit dominant in life and work."

Her actions were expected; the period of defiance always varies.

"True, you don't have to do it politely which will lead to bargaining then, and seeing what you are willing to do for day to day needs. On this side of the wall I have all those needs. What do you have on your side, Megan?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan went back to the corner turned her face to the wall. She was determined to ignore the voice, to hide herself from him. However, she desperately needed to go to the bathroom. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
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She closed her eyes and began to sing to herself. She imagined herself curled up on her parents' front porch singing. She did her best to block out her surroundings, but she couldn't stop the tears from dripping down her cheeks.

 

[georgerb]

He watched mildly amused. The childlike "I can't see you-you can't see me" mentality.

"Megan, you are making this difficult but I assumed you would. In time you will realize I'm right. In the meantime, the cubby hole is open. I need you to place the blanket in there so I can launder it."

As well as opening the cubby hole, he shut the water off to the sink and toilet. All bargaining chips.

"You can refuse to but as in life consequences happen. Oh, don't forget we need to talk about your lunch friend and your professor you teach for."

 

[wideeyedone]

Megan glared at the speaker.

"You can come in here and get it, you bastard." She hollered at him.

She stood up and shivered. The concrete floor was so very cold.

"And there is nothing to tell. I haven't done anything wrong." She waited for to see what his response would be. She was almost hoping for a confrontation, at least then she would know who was holding her captive.

 

[georgerb]

"I never implied you had done anything wrong, Megan," Jim replied. He got up from his desk and went to the door to the room. He twisted a small valve on the wall by it, allowing a odor free gas to enter the room in a measured pace and mixture. Within 3 minutes Megan was feeling groggy and in 5, she was slumped on the floor where she sat. He started the extra vent fans to rid the room of any lingering gas.

He unlocked the door from his side and entered the room. Walking up behind her he prodded her with his foot and she fell over onto the floor from her slumped position, completely asleep. He carefully folded the blanket and set it near the door. Lifting Megan up, he placed her on the metal cot on her back. He gently took off her top and bottoms, then her panties and bra, leaving her stark naked on the cot and dreaming.

After retrieving the tumbler, he picked up all items and exited the room and locked the door. He increased the fresh O2 to the room to speed up her recovery.

He sat at the monitor and watched; it would take about 45 minutes or so. He noticed she did have a very lovely body.

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

 

[wideeyedone]

It was hard for Megan to open her eyes, she could feel the cold metal cot underneath her shoulders and her legs. She tried to sit up but her head was swimmy. As her eyes opened, she saw the swell of her breasts. She sat up abruptly.

She looked up at the speaker.

"Where the hell are my clothes?" Megan hollered. She crossed her arms across her breasts, but they spilled around them. "Give me the clothes back, you sick bastard." She drew her knees up and tried to hide as much of herself as she could.

"Please, let me have my clothes." She looked up at the speaker and took a deep breath. "I will be good." Her voice was getting meeker.