Audrey's heart dropped into her stomach. His eyes met hers instantly. She took a few steps back, wondering if now was the time to try and escape before she was tortured again.

The man stood up and very slowly walked over to her. She gasped in terror and ran away from him. She could hear his footsteps becoming shorter and faster. The floor squeaked under her wet feet. She found a door and ran over to it. She pushed it, but it wouldn't move. The man came closer and closer, until she was trapped in the corner. Tears filled her eyes as she sunk down to the floor in fear.

"Please don't...please. Leave me alone..." she said pathetically. He looked down at her, expressionless. But there was a subtle sadistic smile, lurking within him. She stared down at the floor, too afraid to look into the eyes of her captor. He knelt down in from of her. He placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted her face up to his face.

"Do you want to live now?" he asked her ever so quietly. She stared into his deep eyes, as he gently stroked her chin with the end of his thumb. She could see that the lines of his face weren't from age, but from stress and horrible experiences. She nodded solemnly.

"Will you appreciate your precious life now?" he asked again. She nodded as before.

"Good..." he said. He stood up again and looked down at her. "Now...you need to play by the rules."

"W-what?" she mumbled.

"By escaping, you promised me something." he said, turning around and walking away, slowly. She tried to recollect of anything he said that could have meant her promising him anything. She looked down at the floor again and thought. Would you be willing to let someone touch you, to save your life? Her heart stopped for a second. She looked up at him.

"Y-you mean, I need to..." she paused, nervously. "Sleep with you?"

He gave a muffled chuckle. "Unless you would like to go back in the tank, I would suggest you play by the rules, Audrey." he said. "Open the door and go up the stairs. Then turn left to the first door."

Audrey's heart pounded. She didn't know exactly what he wanted. But she knew she it wasn't going to be enjoyable. She pushed the door, but it still wouldn't budge.

She heard him chuckle from behind again. He walked over and smoothly pulled it open, revealing a set of steps. Audrey blushed in embarrasment. She went upstairs, while the man walked away. She found herself in a long hallway of doors. She pushed open the first door on her left. She walked into the dark room, dimly lit by a candle in the far corner. She approached a master size bed in the middle of the room. She couldn't tell what color the blankets or the sheets were, but they fell down like cascades over the sides of the bed. She looked around the room, to find drawings of what looked like plans on the walls. She studied each one. All of them were unique, and sadistically genius. She came to a sketching of a box, with what looked like to be water. Right next to it, tacked to the wall, was her senior photo. Her heart pounded. Right above it, was the obituary of her grandma.

Beverly Anne Hazelrigg

1922 - 1994

Died of severe Leukemia. No funeral

arrangements were made.

Her jaw dropped as her eyes watered. Why would this man know about her and her grandma? Had he watched her her whole life?

"Seems like forever ago, doesn't it?" The man appeared in the doorway. Audrey turned around with a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"Who the hell are you? How did you know me?" she said.

"My name's John. John Kramer. I saw your grandmother die. And ever since I saw you, I've always remembered." he said.

"Well what are you then? Some sick fucking stalker? Why did you kidnap me?" her voice elevated. "How did you know me from the hospital?"

"All your grandmother would have wanted, was for you to live. And you wanted to throw it all away. You thought pills and alcohol would solve your problems. I am merely teaching you, to appreciate your one chance at life." he said. "I went to the hospital, to get a screening. I walked by, and saw a sad little girl, who had no one else in the world to care for her. But not anymore." he said, walking closer to her.

"You stay away from me..." she said. Her voice was trembling.

"All I want, is for people like you to understand your life. And not to fuck it up." he said, he was enclosing her now.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she yelled. She was frightened, but his evil smile, shadowed by his hood attracted her. She felt so drawn to him as he trapped her again. Her grabbed her waist and pressed her into the wall.

"If you really didn't want me, you would have done something about it by now." he smiled seductively. Her chest heaved in and out. Her mind told her to hate him. But her body loved the adrenaline of being touched by him. His strong hands grasping and groping her body. He moved his face closer to hers as he moved his hands up and down her hips. She shivered from the coldness of his hands, but leaned in and planted a deep kiss. She could have cared less by now if he was making attempts to kill her, she wanted him now.

He sighed, tasting her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled it close. She could feels his hands racing over her body, feeling and caressing her every curve. She put her hands on his chest and felt the warmth underneath his cloak. She then pulled away, and took off her wet shirt and threw it to the side. She went straight for her neck and kissed and sucked on the soft skin. She moaned quietly while he kissed her collarbone and moved down to her breasts. He rubbed his face in between them, taking in her lovely scent. Still buried in her breasts, he lead her over to the bed, laying her down gingerly. His manhood became hard underneath his pants. She unbuttoned her jeans and threw them on the floor. He kissed her stomach and held her arms down, teasing her with his tongue. She was so hot now. She wanted him so badly.

She pulled down her panties while he threw off his cloak and took the rest of his clothes off. He laid down on top of her, his penis erect, and ready for her. She moaned and kissed him deeply over and over again. She could smell a faint scent of cologne on him. He positioned himself and pushed his manhood deep inside her hot tunnel. She jumped and moaned loudly. So many waves of pleasure shot throughout her whole body. He thrusted in and out, tearing away at her virginity. She held him closely as he pushed himself deeper into her. She screamed in pure pleasure. She could feel her wetness running down her thighs. He grunted as he pumped in and out faster and faster.

"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" she screamed. She closed her eyes and squealed with delight as she came. But John wasn't finished. He pounded at her as fast and as hard as he could. He tensed up and felt pressure building inside of him.

"OH fuck!" he yelled and erupted into her. In that moment, he collapsed with Audrey still in his arms. He rolled onto his back and held her close to him. She could hear his heart pounding. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest.

"Your free..." he whispered into her ear. Without another word, she pulled covers up and fell asleep with him.

In the morning, she awoke to an empty bed. The room was still dark and gloomy. She looked around for any sign of John, but his clothes were gone. There in the corner was her clothes laid in a pile. She walked over to it, with a sheet wrapped around her. She knelt down and found her senior picture, her grandma's obituary, and the sketching of the tank. She picked it up and flipped it over to see beautiful rugged handwriting:

"So you'll always remember...

your friend,

John"