are you still there?

"You'll learn eventually dear, you were always so good at that..." He cooed softly into my ear, running his hand up my right arm. I shuddered away from his touch, but it did no good. I could barely move, and my body didn't feel like my own anymore, my head felt so heavy.

"Do you remember this day?" He asked me, now standing in front of me. He held out a photograph to my face.

I studied the photograph he held in his hand, utterly confused by the messy image I was staring into. Slowly the horror of realization creeped up on me, and I began to laugh dryly, not to my captors surprise.

"So that's what happened to her, I always wondered where she went." I responded with slight hysteria hinting my otherwise monotone voice.

"Let's discuss the events of that day, shall we darling?" He said to me sweetly, reaching out to my hand to hold it in his, a gesture I had already become used to in these last few days.