The Fire That Burns Within

The Secretary

Okay, focus. I forced myself in an upright position. What did I know.

- I am kidnapped (pretty obvious one there)

- My captor was a man

- He knew who I was

- I did not know who he was but he thought that i should.

- He was taller, stronger and faster than me

- It must be around nighttime now which makes it Tuesday which means that he took me on Monday.

I was still working on the list in my head when the footsteps approached once again. This time I heard the sound of heels accompanying the heavy ones. I could hear them speak through the door.
"I thought I made it clear that we have a no kidnapping policy," said a feminine voice.
"She wasn't cooperating what did you want me to do?" I heard my captor snap back.

"Well Ramos doesn't want the mess now, the missing report is already filed by the nursing home. If she turned up dead now it will be obvious who's done it. You keep her here" she paused "alive!"

With that the door swung open and a lady walked in. She looked like she was a secretary but the kind that would get your husband to cheat on you. She switched on the light and looked disgusted at the sight of me.

I tried to look my best, I knew that this lady was the one keeping me alive and I had to convince her that I was worth just that.
"Noel" she snapped, and my captor walked in and he didn't look happy at all.
"See this is why we don't do kidnapping look at all this mess" she said gesturing to me.

I could see now that on the floor was a lot of blood, for sure from me. She walked up to me, her perfume so strong that it made my lungs burn. She put a newspaper in my hands and snapped a picture of me. I knew better than to argue, I sensed she would not tolerate that.

"On the first floor is a small room with a bathroom attached. Put her in there while I make arrangements. I'll make sure we'll get a secure system for this place so 'it' doesn't run or anything." She told Noel. She grabbed her smartphone and typed all kinds of things in it. Without another word she walked away and I heard a front door slam shut.

"So, now that bother is over let's get you cleaned up." He said while taking the chain and disconnecting it from the wall.
"Stand up sweetheart." he commanded while pulling on the chain. I did not try to resist but my legs didn't get that news yet. He grabbed my arm hoisted me upwards and dragged me to another room.

There was a small bathroom attached, and in the room stood a small one person bed with a grey duvet covering it. There was a small window but that didn't make me feel better at all, we were in the middle of a thick forest. He had been right, no matter how hard I screamed there wouldn't be anyone around to hear it.

He told me to shower and get cleaned up. It was going to be a cold one I didn't deserve a hot one. I was not going to resist a shower even if it was a cold one. He took of the chains and left me but locked and bolted the door on the other side.

I got out of my dirty clothes and started washing of the dirt and blood with a small towel. It stung like hell but it gave me a sense of being alive. I stepped under the cold shower and while i was there I heard the door open. I covered myself in the shower curtain but nothing happened and no one came in.

When I had dried myself with a clean towel I stepped into the room only to see a clean stack of clothes on the edge of the bed. I pulled them of thankful to have something that wasn't drenged in blood. I crawled into the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke by the hard knocking on my door. It took a while before I realized where I was and what had happened. The pain in my back reminded me. He opened the door and strode across the room towards me. I wanted to hit him, to spit him in his face but I knew better than that.

Joe taught me that if I ever was in a situation like this the best thing to do was to cooperate.
"Put your captor at ease. Be calm. Cooperate with your captor. Don't make threats or become violent. Don't attempt to escape unless the time is right" the words came flooding back into my mind.

"Get up!" He barked as he stood like he was preparing to fight me. I did as he told me to which surprised him.
"Now what?" I said, my stubborn side kept popping up.

He slapped me in my face.

"speak only when you're asked to" He spat. Tears threatened to spill over but I forced them back. I trembled with fear, this was not how it's supposed to go. Sure I had expected it since that fateful day but not like this, not without a chance. I decided to completely ignore the lesson of cooperation that Joe taught me. If I was going down, I was going down fighting.

He grabbed my wrist again and put the chain on it, damn I thought we were through with that thing. I prepared myself and with all my power pulled the chain from his hands. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
"I'd rather die than do anything for you" I shouted at him. I made a run for the door but without any effort on his part he pinned me to the wall head first.

"Don't you have any common sense?" He yelled. I tried to move but his arms we're too strong.
"What I lack in common sense I make up for in sarcasm" I said smiling in defiance. He didn't think this was funny but that's okay I was not trying to be funny. He dragged me back to the small room in the middle of the house. It looked like it had been cleaned and there was a small toilet now, not to forget the electronic lock on the outside. I struggled and pushed against his strong grip "don't you dare put me in there again!" I yelled but it didn't bother him at all.
He looked at me. "Who's gonna stop me sweetheart? You?" his grin flared up the anger inside.

This was the limit, I mean the limit was already reached when he kidnapped me but now the limit had reached it's max. I punched him in his nose and blood started spilling out as he howled.

He dropped the chain and I ran towards the front door. 3 steps...2 steps... 1...

I cried out in pain as he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me to the ground. From one of the cabinets that stood against the wall he pulled a roll duct tape. He ripped a piece of a put it on my mouth while I was calling him every awful name in my book.

"You can talk again when you are not being stupid" he said, on his face was a grimace. "Now then let's get you in here and make sure you'll be off no bother!" he chained me to the wall again and walked across the room to get a syringe. I still tried to get away but it was no use at all. He held my arm so tight that it felt like it would break at any second. He jabbed me with the syringe and stood over me as the liquid started taking effect.

The darkness was pulling me in but I couldn't give in I had to keep fighting, I had to resist. His figure loomed above me as the darkness closed around me.