The room was dark, a slight smell of mold bothering her. Beneath her, the chair was hard and rocking slightly as she attempted to shift her weight. Thick ropes dug that bound her to the wooden chair dug into her skin. Her mouth had long become dry from the same ropes that were wrapped around her mouth.
It was horrible, yet she was revering her luck. Being kidnapped meant that she could live longer, no matter how horrible her current existence was. Anything in the end, it was better then death for her.
The sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the room, alerting her of another presence. Instantly, fear washed through her. The ropes around her mouth were harshly ripped off, probably leaving burn marks. A small clattering of tin on metal sounded, the light blinking on above her.
Don Cullen stood tall, emerald orbs boring fiercely within hers. A fork came up from her line of vision into her mouth. Without thinking anything of it, she swallowed. The food was horrible, but then again, it was at least food. Any food at all was better then starving, no matter how bad.
The process of food being shoved within the confines of her mouth and swallowing continued on for some time, until she reasoned the food disappeared.
"You are amazingly cooperative..." he mumbled, awed slightly.
She blinked, was she just given the right to talk? Hoping that it was acceptable, she dared to respond. "Being uncooperative would only speed up things I wish to avoid" her voice was quiet and hoarse, showing the obvious signs of her dry throat. The edge of a glass was shoved onto her bottom lip. She hungrily gulped down the water, letting it ignite the burn that her ripped throat had caused.
"So, you are smart"
"Not necessarily, just resigned to my fate..."
"Ah, hopeless because your father will never be able to get the money or because you know that hostages never come back alive?"
"Both"
He nodded, a smirk haunting his lips. "Yes, you are smarter then the rest"
The light blinked out and the door shut. It took her a moment to realize that he had somehow replaced the ropes to their former place around her mouth.
Intelligence and common sense are different, yet the same; they came both save you from death.