She had been drugged. She was tied to a chair and blindfolded. She must have been brought here when she was unconscious, where ever here was. The only thing that could have been drugged was the water Blomkvist had made earlier that she had drank when she got back. Speaking of Blomkvist she had been on her way to save him when she passed out. That's when it all clicked into place. Martin Vagner had her and Blomkvist was probably dead.

"So your awake." He said with a soft voice to not startle her.

She said nothing. Just looked ahead though she couldn't see anything with the blindfold on. She could feel him when he came around behind her to undo it. She didn't move a muscle, didn't lash out. She was biding her time for when he let his guard down.

She noticed hanging across from her was Blomkvist, with a plastic bag over his head. He was naked. It infuriated her, but she didn't show it.

" I wish I could have taken my time with him." Martin said behind her. "But I had to go pick you up, and lets face it your more important than he is." He caressed the back of her head. She still didn't say anything or move.

"I hope it doesn't upset you terribly to leave him there. I'll have to clean up later." He walked around her and filled up a cup with water. "Would you like something to drink?"

She stared ahead not looking at him.

"I'll just set it on the table here and you can let me know when you thirsty." He was still being civil but she could see that her silence was warring on him. Just a little more and he might snap and make a mistake.

"I need to go get a few things from upstairs, but I'll only be a minute. You can scream as much as you want if you like. It's a sound proof room so now one can hear you.

She waited for the door to clothes before she moved the chair over a little and knocked the glass off the table. She quickly tipped over the chair and grabbed a piece of the broken glass and used it to free herself. She sat the chair back up and looked for a different weapon. That was when she noticed the gun laying on a table a few feet from her. She grabbed it and then sat back down in the chair making it look like she was still tied up. She looked over at Blomkvists body and made a silent vow to make Martin fucking Vagner pay for this.