Part VI

Elaine Wright walked around the nicely decorated living room, a feather duster in her hand.

So far, her captor had been completely charming, and he was quite handsome, but she knew what he was capable of; she had seen the crime scene photos of the other women…and she silently prayed that she would get out of it unscathed. She had followed and done everything that he'd requested and it had been fairly easy; in fact, almost enjoyable.

Do some laundry, wash some dishes, vacuum and dust the small home. Tasks that she did every day in her own home. Tasks she guiltily enjoyed.

All of the doors and windows were locked and nailed shut, except for the front door, which he had the key to.

He didn't seem the least bit violent, so she took comfort in that fact.

"Elaine," he said, a smile in his voice as well as on her face. "Do you think that you could start dinner, sweetheart?"

Imagining that he was Jason, she nodded.

"Of course," she said as she plastered a smile on her face. "What would you like, darling?"

He sat up from the chair that he had been sitting in and walked over to where she stood in the doorway to the obviously expensive kitchen. She could tell that it had recently been remodeled, and though she hated to admit it, she liked it.

He put a hand on her shoulder and then slid it up to her neck.

She tried not to flinch as she remembered the photos of the women's snapped necks.

"How about…some rice and chicken casserole?"

Elaine plastered on another fake smile, forcing herself to imagine that it was Jason standing there and not this man. "Okay, that sounds good to me, too. Dinner will be ready in a little over an hour, alright, sweetheart?"

She forced herself to add the endearment onto the end, and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat as he caressed her neck once more.

"Perfect…" was all he said, and then he turned away from her, heading towards the stairs. "I'll be upstairs, working."

He started up the stairs, but then paused on the middle step.

"After dinner, you can play for me…I prefer Matsui."

With that, he was gone, and she quickly wrapped a hand around her mouth to stifle her sobs as all of the fear came rushing back. If she didn't do this perfectly right, if she didn't get it all right…she was going to end up like the rest of them.

With that in mind, she walked into the kitchen, well aware of the fact that he'd removed all of the knives…

There was no fighting back.

Part 6/?