A/N: Hello, readers and writers! I'm gonna take a dive and go further into the who kidnapping genre. If you read This Forgotten Me, which I also wrote, you see that Hiten kidnaps and hypnotizes Evy, Bankostu's wife. This is my second fanfic, so please don't knock it… just be nice and give me constructive criticism.

ENJOY!

Her eyes opened slowly, everything blurry and not clearly visible. She had a splitting headache, and the smell of the room didn't make it any better. Slowly, she lifted her head from its lowered position. Her head continued to pulse painfully as her eyes tried to refocus to the lack of light.

'Where am I?' she thought hopelessly.

Everything was either too dark or too blurry, and trying to distinguish human from object strained her. She moaned in agony, but kept quiet, not yet knowing where she was or who had her there.

It was then that she realized that there was a cleave gag in her mouth. The cloth was so rough it cut her tongue and fought her teeth when she tried in vain to get it out. She gave up on it when she tasted the familiar metallic taste of blood. The cloth even tasted dirty, and she didn't want to get the cuts it inflicted on her lips and tongue infected.

Again, she looked around the room, everything in a slightly better focus. There was a set of steep stairs with a dim, ghostly streak of light coming from its top. Two of the wooden planks on the staircase were broken, and she could a see a large rat crawling on one.

She slowly turned her head so as to not blur the images in front of her and caught sight of a smoldering furnace. Beside this furnace was a set of pipes that had water dripping from it. From the smell, she could tell that the water was merged with mold and, possibly, an animal's corpse. The droplets of water hit a puddle with the familiar drip-drops of rain she heard on the porch of her summer home. The water only tormented her as she thought of the warm sun on her skin, only to be reminded that she now sat in what appeared to be a hot, damp basement.

She pushed the thoughts out of her head and continued her investigation of the room. On her right, she caught a most startling sight, even with the dull light coming from the furnace. Thick chains glimmered against the lights. There wasn't a long length of chain there; there were three chains, and at the end of the two on the sides, there were thick cuffs. On the one in the middle, there was a larger, thicker manacle. They were all attached callousely to the wall.

'Oh my God, NO! What is this?! How did I get here? NO!' she cried inside her head.

Her heart began to beat like the hooves of a galloping hell-horse when she looked further over to the right where another set of chains lay. On these chains, dark patches of what seemed to be a dried liquid were seen. She almost jumped out of her skin when she realized by the smell that the substance… was blood.

The poor girl shook her head rapidly, despite the migraine she carried. She had to release herself from those thoughts. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to stand. Fear overcame her when she realized that her arms, legs, and torso were locked into place, immobile. She struggled to get free and looked down.

Solid ropes were tied around her delicate arms, ankles, and torso. She let out muffled screams as she tried to escape the bind of the ropes, only to cut and scratch her body grimly on the cruel cords. The pain stung into her arms and ankles like a thousand hornets, and tears sprang from her eyes.

She finally gave up, throwing her back into the chair and continuing to sob and moan. She had never been so afraid in her life. Here she was in a dank cellar she's never seen before, tied up and gagged in a chair less than five feet away from shackles and chains connected to a wall. They were obviously to be used for the restraint of a human. And she could tell by the bloody pile of chains next to them that being restrained here was gruesome.

She had to find a way to escape. She had tried struggling, but that didn't work. She could scream for help, but whoever put her here in this chair next to those chains and shackles was sure to still be there, probably waiting for her to wake up in fear. Well, she was indeed awake, and she was engulfed in terror thinking of what could await her.

'I don't want to die like some fake blonde in a horror movie…' she moaned inwardly.

She whimpered uncontrollably, tears still running down her face. She looked around her on the floor, trying to find something, anything, to free herself. She was disheartened to find nothing. Not even a nail to loosen the rope's coils like her boyfriend had taught her.

She almost jumped herself and the chair onto the floor when she suddenly heard the handle of the door at the top of the stairs shake. Her breathing became fast and shallow as she watched to see who her captor was.

She imagined a disgusting, balding fat man who lusted after young teenage girls ever since he reached 32, and was finally getting a chance to make his fantasies reality.

Here, in his ghastly dungeon, he had a 17-year-old girl tied up in his basement with nowhere to go. She had blue/brown-eyes and was raven-haired, its silken length touching the back of her knees; she was 5'8, but her shapely long legs couldn't make up for weighing only 125 pounds.

Her skin was a lovely bronze/caramel color, which she couldn't thoroughly identify. She had soft, tiny hands and feet, which wouldn't be good enough to fight a man off with, but it was worth a shot.

She had to fight to survive this, even if it meant breaking her finely manicured nails…

… or breaking the heels off of her $450 black Manolo Mary-Janes, complete with the cute white knee-high socks she got on sale…

… or ripping her plaid Aeropostale mini skirt (which was surprisingly in uniform at her school)…

… or getting dirt on her white New York and Company button-down uniform shirt…

She almost burst into tears just thinking about it.