Kendra woke up to a painful throbbing in her leg. Whimpering, she opened her eyes to see the man pressing a finger into the bandage right where her stitches were. When he saw her awake, he added more pressure, making the pain spike. Too tired to do anything but whimper, Kendra stared at him.

"You were a bad little flower, weren't you? You were supposed to stay still and not get into anything, but I come down here to find you cleaned yourself up. Such a rude rose you are."

By now, the pain was beginning to wake Kendra up. Refueling the rage she felt, she snarled at him. She swatted away his hand and brought her knees to her chest as a barrier between her and him.

The man 'tsked' at her actions and shook his head. He reached up and patted her unruly red hair. He got no response, only her usual glare. He smirked down at her, the redhead's fury only amusing him. "Such a pretty little rose," he said calmly, trying to provoke her.

"Stop calling me that," she snarled at him, making him grin in success.

"But the nickname suits you so well," he purred, leaning closer to her.

She leaned back, pressing herself against the dirty wall behind her. It wasn't until then that she noticed the first aid kit was gone, making her panic slightly at what he had done with it. If he planned on hurting her again, she would have no way to take care of her injuries and that terrified her more than he did.

"You have no need to be afraid, Kendra. I'll take good care of you," the man said, noticing her panic.

Disgust welled inside her when he ran a finger down her leg. "Don't touch me!" she snapped, glaring daggers.

Laughing his amusement, Jeff yanked on her ankles and forced her onto her back. She gasped in surprise when loomed over her, his hands on either side of her head. Jeff grinned down at her, enjoying the fear in her eyes. "You're mine now, Kendra. You'd do well to remember that."

Kendra shivered when he whispered in her ear, wishing it didn't feel as good as it did. She pushed against his chest in a feeble attempt to get him off of her. She really hoped he wouldn't do anything to violate her. She prided herself on her virginity, and she really didn't want it taken away from her in the worst way possible.

The man above her nibbled on her earlobe, earning a squeak that Kendra had tried her best to hold back. The sound must have encouraged him, because the next thing she knew his lips were on her neck. Her attempts to push him off of her grew more frantic as he teased the skin where her neck met her shoulder.

Her hands were suddenly pinned above her head and her captor was hovering above her face with a look of annoyance. She froze, terrified of what might come next. When he felt satisfied she wasn't going to squirm anymore, he went back to his task.

When Kendra felt teeth graze her skin, she whimpered. "P-Please stop."

Jeff felt a feeling of accomplishment at breaking her resolve, not stopping his actions. He may be a serial killer, but he still had needs he needed taken care of. Grabbing both her skinny wrists in one hand, Jeff slipped his free hand under her torn shirt. The feeling of her soft skin urged him on, but he was soon interrupted by someone shouting his name upstairs. Growling his annoyance, he got off of his redhead and stormed out of the basement.

Kendra moved to sit herself up again, forcing back tears as she watched the man leave. Her relief that he stopped was so immense, she started crying. Wiping at her eyes, Kendra curled into the fetal position and stared at the dirt covered concrete floor. She began to feel as though she would never escape this dreary basement. Tears began to stream down her face again as she remembered her parents dead bodies lying on the floor.

Kendra pretended they were there with her, hugging her, comforting her. Sniffling, she wiped the tears away again. She hugged her legs tight, wishing she had her giant teddy bear with her.

Kendra heard footsteps, making her look up from the floor. Her stomach twisted into knots when she saw who it was, scared he might be back to finish what he had started. Cowering into the corner, she stared up at his paper white face. "Relax, I'm too annoyed to fuck you right now," he snapped at her. She did relax, her look of terror changing to a questioning one. "Don't look at me like that," he snapped again, making her raise an eyebrow.

"What's your deal?" she asked, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"My deal is that everyone I live with is an idiot."

Kendra giggled. "In my opinion, there are a rare few who aren't idiots."

Jeff stared at her, surprised she had laughed when only a moment ago she was scared out of her mind. "Yeah well, the people I live with are special idiots."

"Special as in special ed or special like they do stupid shit that gets on your nerves?"

"The do stupid shit that gets on my nerves," he answered, beginning to relax. He sat in front of his captive, leaning back on his arms.

"That is almost every male in the U.S.," she stated, crossing her arms.

Jeff let out a snort, smirking at the ginger in front of him. He examined her for a moment, taking in her read hair and vibrant green eyes and light colored skin that wasn't exactly pale. Her height made her adorable, but if she were any taller she would be down right sexy. She gave off a confident aura that gave an impression she could take on the world and then some.

Jeff could tell he picked the right person to kidnap. He knew for a fact he was going to enjoy his time with her, even if she hated every second. Smirking after a long silence of them staring at each other, Jeff crawled over to her again. He watched as she tensed and narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you just relax and let me enjoy myself?" he asked playfully, running his index finger between her breasts.

She went back to glaring at him and pushed his hand away. "I'd rather not let disgusting pigs enjoy themselves with my body," she snapped at him.

Jeff snickered and pinned her wrists to her sides. "And how exactly are you going to stop me?"

Kendra felt her fear swell when she realized he was right. She had no power in this situation, and her kidnapper could do whatever he wanted to her. With a small whimper, Kendra stopped talking and waited for the worst to happen.

Nothing did. Several minutes passed by, and her captor had still done nothing. She looked at him to see he was watching her on curiosity. "You are the most confusing killer-rapist-psycho ever," she muttered, looking at her lap.

The man chuckled and let her go. "I know, but I'm not a rapist. You're the only one I've actually tried that on. Be glad I decided not to today, cause you might not be so lucky next time," and with that, she was alone.