The End

Day One

Sam wasn't prone to nightmares. But that night, she was plagued with them.

She woke up to the sound of a door slamming. Her head was pounding and she felt like she was going to throw up. As she tried to sit up, Sam found she only saw darkness. There was a blindfold over her eyes, tied tight. Her hands were bound together with what felt like rough rope. Her legs were tied together also.

Her head pain was making it difficult to think. The room was spinning. Or maybe that was just her. She was finding it hard to sit up straight.

Footsteps pounded on the wood floor, creaking boards alerting someone's presence.

And that's when it finally occurred to her. Sam had been taken. The last thing she remembered was Tim. They'd kissed - finally. And then, nothing. Her breath came out shallow, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The person continued to move around the space, opening cabinets, dishes clinking together, clicking what sounded like a gas stove on, grabbing silverware.

She debated whether it was smart to plead or not. This person might have a short temper.

Sam shuffled on the hard bed she was laying on, trying to position herself into something more comfortable. As she did, she reached up and made to pull the blindfold off.

A rough hand reached out and gripped her wrist. They didn't say anything, just held on with one hand while readjusting the blindfold with the other so it was properly on her head. The grip was tight, painfully so. She couldn't help it. She whimpered.

The hand softened on her wrist instantly.

The person walked back to where they were before, continuing what she assumed was cooking. They opened a can and poured it into a pan.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam had enough, she was going to break it. But the person started walking over to her. The sound of scraping against the wood floor met her ears. They were dragging something towards her.

Their knees knocked together while the person sat in front of her, the smell of some kind of soup wafted up. Were they seriously going to feed her?

A clink of silverware against a dish, and then something was at her lips. She didn't open her mouth. What if they poisoned it? The person was too close, when they huffed, she could feel their breath against her face. She felt their knees move a bit and there was a thud to her left. Then the person plugged her nose while holding the spoon against her lips.

What the hell?

Sam frowned but still held out. She was going to make this experience as difficult for her kidnapper as possible.

She held her breath for as long as she could before finally having to breathe through her mouth. And the person took advantage. They immediately slid the spoon into her mouth, soup meeting her tongue. Well at least it wasn't a gross soup - chicken noodle.

Her captor let go of her nose and waited for her to swallow. She debated whether spitting the soup out would be a good idea. But the situation was terrifying. What if they hit her? What if—

Another spoonful of warm soup met her lips and she swallowed the first bite.

This went on for a bit, the person feeding her, and her scared out of her mind. The spoon finally clinked in the bowl and the person stood up. Sam got a good whiff of their cologne - something manly, musky. Okay, so this was probably a man that took her. But why? Is this why she'd been so anxious and paranoid since the summer? Because someone had been watching her? Waiting to take her?

Sam's head continued to pound, muddling her thoughts.

She listened to the man wash the dish and then nothing. Once he was done, there was no sound. She couldn't even hear him breathing.