I couldn't breath. Only through my nose. Something tied hard around my face. Foul smelling breath on me, hot on my check, and then, out of the darkness, a voice, barely above a whisper. "No," it said. "Make another sound and I'll block your nose as well." Having this gag tasting of grease and rancid cabbage causing my body to spasm, nausea rising through me like wild fire. I mustn't get sick. Tugging at my restraints like a fish thrashing on the hard floor. Is this what it's like? To die?

I had to breath. Breathe in and out, Yuffie.Don't think. Breathe. You are alive. Tell myself that over and over. In . Out.

It was a man who had put me in the place. I was his prisoner. Why? I couldn't think about that yet. No sounds. Did he leave? Perhaps he was still here, crouching somewhere. I lay there. Listening to my pounding heart. Silence settled down on me.

He must have snatched me. But I had no memory of that happening. My mind was blank. Nothing. Not a shard of memory. I mustn't cry. I must think holding back the fear. Just think of what I know. Facts. Slowly I will make a picture and I'll be able to look at it.

My name is Yuffie Kisaragi. I am twenty-five years old. And I live with my boyfriend, Vincent Valentine, at the Shinra Mansion . Tifa Lockheart is my best friend. Vinnie will be worried. He will call our friends. Tell them I have gone missing. They'll fly here and hammer down the door and light and air will come flooding in. No, just facts. I work at WRO for Reeve. I'm one of the best they have got.

When was I last there? It seemed impossibly far off, like someone else's life. I couldn't really remember. How long had I lain here? An hour, a day, or maybe a week? I knew it was April—at least, I thought it was. Outside was warm with a hint of chill. I want to smell the beautiful cherry blossoms in Wiltai

I couldn't tell if it was day or night. I tried to stir. My whole body was stiff with cold. What was going to happen to me? I was laid out on my back, with my arms and legs pinned down. Dread flowed through me. He could starve me. Even rape me. Maybe he already had. A whimper choked deep in my throat.Two crystal clear tears escaped ,tickling and stung as they ran down towards my eyes.

Don't cry, Yuffie. Mustn't cry. Please Vincent save me. I don't want to die.

CLICK I could tell a torch was switched on. He must be standing over me. "You're wet" he laughed "Silly girl" I sensed him leaning towards me. My own breathing was getting louder and faster. He pulled the hood up slightly and, pulled out the cloth. Sighing in relief pulling air into my lungs. "Water"

Lifting me into a sitting position."Open your mouth" He held a cup under the hood, and between my lips. "Drink" The water left a stale taste in my mouth.

He put a hand on the back of my neck, and started to rub. I sat grossed out. His fingers pressed into my skin. "Where do you hurt" he said.

"Nowhere." My voice was a whisper. "Nowhere? You wouldn't lie to me girl?"

"You piece of shit," I shouted. "Let me go, let me go and then I'm going to kill you, you'll see—"

A cliffhanger.