Sara woke up in a small, dark space. She guessed it was a trunk of a car. It seemed similar to the one she was in with the miniature killer. "This is why I left Vegas!" she mumbled to herself.
The car slowed to a stop. She could hear the car door opening and closing. Footsteps were the next thing she heard. Then, the sound of the key in the lock on the trunk. The door opened and Sara immediately closed her eyes from the brightness of the sun.
The man picked Sara up and threw her over his shoulder.
Sara started screaming and kicking, "Let me go! HELP!" the man quickened his pace and ran into the building.
Once inside, the man slammed the door closed and roughly threw Sara onto the ground. She was hurting all over her body and her side was hurting the most from the stab wound. Her hands were still tied behind her back which made it even more difficult to move.
The man started walking away, "I'll leave you to your thoughts for a bit. I'll be back to talk to you later," he said as he walked out the door. The door locked behind him.
Sara just laid on the floor wondering what she was going to do to get out. She slowly sat up. Her side stung but ignored the pain. She propped herself up against the wall and looked around. She was in a house. The windows were boarded up and there were triple locks on every exit. It looked dirty in the room she was in. There was an overturned sofa, and an end table that was collecting dust. The light in the room flickered and was starting to irritate Sara's eyes.
She sat there for what seemed like an hour. He walked back into the room.
Sara looked up at him, "What do you want with me? I'm not a CSI anymore."
"I know. You still have the skill of one though," the man sneered.
Sara just stared at him blankly. The man took out a knife and continued, "If I were to slit your throat right now, the arterial spray would be over here, right?" he said as he made the motions at Sara's neck.
Sara didn't answer. The man backhanded her across the face, "Answer me!"
Sara slowly nodded her head. She was afraid of what he was trying to acheive.
"It would also get on my shirt, right?" the man asked.
Sara nodded.
"So you CSIs would come in and be able to see that the dead girl was sitting here?" he asked as he pointed to the spot where Sara sat.
Again, Sara nodded.
"What if I bleached the walls and my shirt?" the man questioned.
Sara looked up at him again, but didn't answer. She asked, "Why are you asking me these questions? You planning on killing me? Slitting my throat and cleaning up you mess."
The man laughed, "I wasn't planning on killing you. This is for future reference. I can kill you if you don't answer my questions, though," he said as he put the knife back up to Sara's neck.
"Okay," she said trying to get him to lower his weapon. He did. "It depends on your cleaning job."
"What can you get from the dead girl's body?" the man asked with the knife at his side.
Sara was starting to get more and more worried with the questions he was asking. She didn't want to aid a killer the next time he slit someone's throat, "Fibres, hair, the type of knife you use," she said reluctantly.
Seeing how she was worried and something else on her mind, he said, "I'm not going to kill you. All you have to do is answer simple questions. Even a former CSI can answer them. Consider this a test of your ability."
"I'm not going to help you kill someone. You will slip up somehow and will be caught," she said getting more angry.
"How do you know I haven't already killed someone?" he said will an evil smile, "a lovely woman. Sitting right where you are."
All expression on Sara's face turned to disgust, "You sick bastard."
Sara started screaming again in the hopes someone would hear her. The man grabbed Sara's ankles and started dragging her towards a door that lead to another room in the house. He dragged her through that room until he found another door that had a set of stairs leading down to a basement.
He pushed her down the stairs and locked the door. Sara went tumbling down. She wasn't able to brace her fall because her hands were still bound behind her back. Her head hit the ground with a loud thump. Her vision started to blur and she fell into the darkness.