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Chapter Seven

For at least two hours I had been trapped in the bed of an unfamiliar room. I spent the time staring blankly at the white ceiling. Two boring hours of doing nothing before I could even feel my body.

I was finally able to raise my torso up, slowly pushing the thick blanket weighing me down off. A thick metal chain held my right ankle. Rather than the t-shirt I previously had on, a clean hospital-like gown covered me. It fit me loosely. There were no undergarments beneath the off-white synthetic fibers.

A large bandage crinkled from my back when I moved, the sticky tape ripping at the hair on my skin. I picked at it, digging my fingernails under the edge, and ripped it off. The sting did not last long.

Swollen, red skin around stitches was revealed. Small scabs around the small incisions from the stitches held burgundy-shaded scabs.

The time I spent paralyzed to the bed was not completely wasted. I was thinking.

I know the murderer took me. He killed my aunt. Probably. He knew my name. How? I have no idea, but he even had the time to scrounge up a nickname. He drugged me, which is why I feel like absolute shit. The last emotion I remember feeling was sheer terror at the hallucination I had of my aunt. Now I feel hungry. I know I should be scared, but instead I am just numb.

A deep voice spoke. "We will have to put another on you now."

I jumped, the numbness leaving me. I was spooked that someone was in the room without me knowing. It seems like the numbness was a temporary hoax because seeing the man leaning against the door frame to the bedroom sent shivers down my spine.

The blankets flew over my form, eager hands tugging it the whole way. I wish I could hide under it, but I do not know what good that would do me. It is not like everything would disappear. The out of sight, out of mind motto would not work well in this situation. Still, my dignity was under these covers; I hoped he had not seen any revealing skin.

It was as if he read my mind. "I have already seen everything. How do you think you got that gown on?"

I frowned.

He definitely saw me naked. What a creep.

Wait. Did he?

Underneath the cover, my legs shifted apart. My hand flew to my private area. I did not feel any different.

Coffee brown eyes studied my panicked state.

"Nothing happened. I only cleaned your body and your wound." He commented.

I avoided eye contact, my eyes burning a hole in the mattress. I did not know what he wanted from me. Surely he did not expect me to openly converse after he kidnapped me. I cannot believe he saw me naked.

My arms wrapped around my uncomfortable body underneath the cover.

He clucked his tongue in disapproval and walked into the room, to the nightstand beside the bed. The drawer glided open, revealing a first aid kit. It clicked open, and then a bandage just like the one on my back was pulled out.

I went to move backwards as he leaned towards me, but he grabbed the chain attached to my ankle and tugged me towards him.

I gasped as the chains pinched my ankle painfully. I scooted towards him to ease the pain.

The blanket fell in a heap to the floor. A key was then removed from his pants pocket. It slid into the lock, mechanical whirls sounding as it opened.

I felt so exposed sitting there with my bare legs and arms out. I hated that he could see any of my skin. If it was up to me, I would be in an artic shield insulator suit.