Always

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Shaking and sticky with sweat, I sat up screaming, and instantly calmed down when I realized it had just been a dream, that is until i noticed the same man in my room. He held a pillow over my head until I passed out, and when I came to, I was in a dingy looking room, it seemed like it was a basement, but I couldn't know for sure. Rotting, the wood flooring, old and warped, creaked as I shifted on it. It smelled musty, and I had a feeling that there was usually no one down here. Tools and piles of junk were littered around the room. I couldn't see the door, or very much of anything, because there were no windows, but there were a few cracks in the walls here and there, as well as in the ceiling, letting light in. Looking around the room, I screamed when I saw the man from my dream... and my bedroom.

"Shh. I'm not going to hurt you, at least not right now." he immediately responded with a malicious grin. He continued, "Now that you're up, let me explain a few things, my name is Richard, Richard Brewer, you are Pam Hughes..."

Zoning out of what he was saying, I wondered how he knew me and my name, why his name sounded so familiar, why he looked so familiar, where I was, the basic questions you ask yourself when you realize you've been kidnapped and are talking to a man who knows too much about you.

"I know that you're dating my nephew, and I know that you know that his parents are dead, which means that you know who I am." He continued.

I felt my eyes go wide as it hit me that this man was so familiar because he looked like Ben, my boyfriend. He laughed at my reaction, and then got up, saying he would be back later and started for the door. By this point, I had found my voice and heart racing, ears pounding, called out,

"Wait..."My voice cracked "What do you want with me?"

He laughed. "You'll see, you'll see."

"How long have i been asleep?" I asked

He didn't respond and left me in silence. I thought about everything that had happened to me since, when I thought about it, I didn't even know when, due to the fact that my dream and reality kept mixing together. I sat there, leaning against the pole I was chained to, tired and sore, wondering what he would do to me until I fell asleep.