TRIGGER Warning this chapter contain topics/ideas that may be disturbing to some readers.

Dane had left in a hurry, that he didn't noticed he had left me untied.

I stood there, naked, staring at the doorway without moving. I couldn't believe what just happened. I was.....raped. I felt used, disgusting, alone.

It's been four hours and I've been shaking uncontrollably against the wall, the thick wool blanket covered my shoulders. I felt dead inside, I didn't know what to do.

I walk towards the bathroom, luckily he had left the door unlocked so I could go and clean up. Of course I check the door upstairs, but it was still locked. I rinse my hands under the sink and clean myself. I haven't taken a shower since he kidnapped me and I stink. Real Bad.

I close the toilet seat and stand on it to look out the barred window. The houses far away seemed blurry. It had to be raining. With the window boarded up,there was no way I could get out. I jump off and walk down the small hallway. There was a locked door right next to the stairs. That I hadn't really realized it was there before, I was so focused on Dane and getting out I had totally missed it. I press my fingers against it. Nothing. Again I push the door, the door didn't budge. I push the door again and finally the door open.

What I was about to see could not prepare me for what was about to come.

Knives, chains, axes, hammers, machetes and duct tape all aligned inside on wall before me. Who needed all these weapons and for what. I remember seeing that blood on his shirt days ago. But it couldn't be, could it.

Trembling in fear I grab an axe. I had to get out. No way was I going to stay here any longer. I run up the stairs and begin slamming the axe in the door, but just as I start I hear foots steps on the other side. I briefly stop and see Dane open it. Stupidly I swing blindly completely missing as he grabs a hold of the handle of the axe, I struggle to maintain a hold on it before I trip on a step and fall back down the stairs. Hitting my head along the way. I catch a glimpse of Danes face as I get up. Immediately he runs down and lefts me up. "Are you ok? "Creepily he smiled before picking me up in his arms.

"I see you found my secret stash. I'm impressed. Now where did think you're going?" he voiced sounded darker than before.

"My head" I mumble, I couldn't concentrate other then the throbbing pain growing in my head.

"Shh, lets take care of that" he carries me up the stairs, right into the kitchen. I hadn't noticed the blood on his hands that had smeared onto my arms.

He sits me on a stiff chair, "Look!" He exclaims

I had no idea what he was talking about, I looked at the simple living room. Two leather sofas faced the small flat screen TV, a discolored rug led to the living room. Still I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Look!" he yells again, he forcefully turns my head into the other direction.

There I saw it.

A body. The arms and legs were cut off, nothing but the surrounding blood covered the kitchen floor. I couldn't tell if it was a male or female because it was severely disfigured and covered in dirt. I looked away in disgust. I hadn't even noticed, I gasp.

"You see?"

"Please, why are you showing me? What did you do?"

"To remind you, who I am." Oddly enough, he takes me in his arms and rubs my back. I try to push him away, but he is too strong. He only brought me closer to him. Despite the smell of dirt and blood. I could smell the sweet aroma coffee beans and vanilla.

"I'm sorry Susan. I didn't mean to do that to you. I'm sorry."

"No get off me" I cry.

"You're safe....safe." He hugs me.