Mac drove out onto the dark street, not having any hope that anyone would see him because it was dark. He glanced at the woman. "Who are you?" he asked.

"That's not your concern," the woman replied.

After they traveled a few blocks, she instructed him to pull into an old warehouse. Mac drove the Avalanche into the place and stopped. He was starting to get nervous, wondering what she intended to do to him. She took out a pair of handcuffs. "Cuff yourself to that steering wheel," she said. She looked into his eyes. "And don't think for a second that I won't shoot you."

Mac stared at her a moment and then cuffed himself to the steering wheel. "How do you expect me to drive with my hands cuffed like this?" he asked.

"Who said anything about you driving anymore?"

The woman got out of the truck. Mac looked around him but there was no way he could get loose from the cuffs. Soon, the woman came around to the driver's side of the truck and opened the door. Before Mac knew what she was doing, she stabbed a needle into his leg. Mac felt something hot and cold at the same time go into his leg. He looked at her. "What are you doing?" he asked but as he finished that sentence, he began to feel what she had done. His vision blurred and he felt light all over.

Mac could not resist going to sleep…

When Mac woke up, he felt a little cold. He shivered and reached for the covers, thinking that he was in bed, but then as he opened his eyes slightly, he remembered that he was not at home. He sat up and looked around him and realized he was in a cage with bars and then he realized that he was dressed in a loin cloth. He folded his arms as he was cold. He looked around him and saw that there were animals around him that had been stuffed, but what he noticed most was that there was another cage in the room with a tiger in it and the tiger was staring at him.

Mac swallowed hard and moved to the other side of his cage which was tall enough for him to stand up. There was hay in the bottom of the cage. He looked at the tiger again, whose cage was across the room about ten feet from his, but he did not want to be anywhere near a tiger. Then he heard a loud sound that sounded like metal screeching.

A woman came into the room, which caused the tiger to stand up and start pacing back and forth. The woman was wearing a long, black dress that looked like she was ready to go to an opera or something, and she had long, curly auburn hair. Mac knew this had to be the woman who had kidnapped him. She looked to be middle-aged and had blue eyes. "How do you like your new home?" she asked.

"Who are you?" Mac asked. "You let me out of here! You can't keep me in here like this!"

The woman laughed. "And who is going to stop me? You?"

Mac glared at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I already told you…you're my trophy. I wanted Curtis dead, but I think I like to look at you, so I decided to keep you alive."

Mac grabbed the bars of the cage. "You can't keep me in here like this!" he declared.

"I can do pretty much anything I want, and no one will ever think of looking for you here my dear."

Mac frowned. He knew this woman had to be wealthy and he did not know who she was and he was pretty sure she would not give him any chance to escape or contact anyone. "How long do you think you can keep me in here?" he asked.

"As long as I want," the woman replied.

"Can't I even know your name?"

"Why?"

"Well, if I'm going to be here a long time, why can't I know who I'm talking to?"

She stared at him a moment, absorbing that. "That kinda makes sense," she said. She walked closer to the cage that Mac was in. "My name is Sarah. I guess you can see that I'm a hunter."

Mac frowned as he glanced around at all the "trophies" she had in the room. "You kill animals for sport?" he asked.

"I do, and my father did. I just inherited them all." She looked at the tiger. "I just thought she was too beautiful to kill. Don't you agree?"

"If you ask me, they all were."

"Oh, don't give me that."

"What do you have me here for? I'm not an animal."

"Curtis was, and you would have let him get away again."

"You can't put someone in prison without evidence, and we had to find that."

"Yes, yes, I've heard that before, but I 'knew' what he did." Sarah looked at him. "You want me to tell you?"

"I know what he did. You should have reported it, and we could have gotten him for it."

Sarah laughed. "Are you joking?" she asked. "He got away with it and the senator's daughter knew who he was."

"That wasn't my fault and it wasn't Jo's fault."

"Well, you're going to stay here anyway. Don't worry, you'll be fed three meals a day."

Mac shook the bars. "You let me out of here! I will not live in a cage!"

"Oh yes you will."

Sarah turned and went back to the door and then she looked at Mac. "Good night."

Mac watched helplessly as she closed the door and he heard the lock. He could not believe he was locked in a cage. He realized there was a blanket folded in the corner of the cage. He got that and wrapped it around him as he sat down in the hay, which was not all that comfortable with its pokey ends. He looked at the tiger which had lain down again.

Mac knew that tiger could not get to him but it was no less nerve racking to know it was in the room. He lay down anyway and wondered how he would escape from this place. He knew his team would figure out that something was wrong, but how would they ever find him? He looked at the door of the cage as he lay there. It had one of those locks that had to have a skeleton key. He thought this cage must be very old to have a lock like that.

The next morning, Mac heard the door to the room opening. A man came in with two trays. He was dressed like a butler. Mac scowled at the man. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm the butler, sir," the man said. "I only do what I'm told."

"Do you realize she is holding me here against my will?"

The man slid Mac's tray of food into the cage through a small door that he slid open at the bottom. Then he went over to the tiger which was getting agitated at the smell of what he had with him. "Settle down, Gretta," he said.

Mac watched as the man fed the tiger five raw steaks. "Let me out of here," Mac demanded. "How do you think I can stay in here all the time?"

The man came over to the cage. "Is there anything else you want?" he asked. "You can have anything you want to eat."

"Are you crazy?! I want out of here! I have to go to the bathroom!"

"You'll get bathroom time. Miss Sarah doesn't want any odors in here, after all."

Mac was incredulous. "Bathroom time?" he exploded. "You let me out of this cage! You'll be sorry for this!"

"Now, you're getting yourself all upset. You should eat."

Mac could not believe how calm the guy was. "What do you think this is?" he asked. "You can't keep a person locked up in a cage! Let me out!"

"If you don't get quiet, you will upset Gretta, and when she gets upset, she can be quite fierce."

Mac frowned. "She shouldn't be locked in a cage like that either!" he declared.

"That is your opinion."

Mac watched as the guy went out and he heard the door lock. He looked at the food and thought of throwing it out but he thought he better eat. He sat down and began eating. He was glad they at least gave him a fork and spoon, and the food was good at least. After he finished that, he leaned against the bars and looked at what he was wearing. It looked like something from Tarzan. Mac rolled his eyes as he looked around the room. Maybe she thought she was "Jane" with all these animals around here. He would have to figure out a way to manipulate his way out. How would anyone ever find him?

A while later, Mac heard the door opening again and this time, Sarah and the butler came in. Mac stood up. "When are you going to come to your senses?" he asked. "Let me out of this cage!"

"It's time for your bathroom break," Sarah said as though that were the most normal thing in the world.

"Did you hear me?"

"Now, I know that you're used to everyone standing at attention when you talk, but those days are over for now until you stop threatening me and start accepting your circumstances."

Mac was incredulous. "Are you kidding?" he asked.

"I most certainly am not."

Mac watched what Sarah was doing. She was preparing a small dart. Mac was starting to get nervous. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"It's time for your bathroom time," Sarah replied. "Can't let you go in there without you being under control."

Sarah finished with the dart and then loaded it into a dart gun. Mac backed away from the bars. "You're not doing this to me!" he exclaimed.

"Oh come now," Sarah said. "It won't hurt that much."

Sarah started to fire at him, or at least that is what Mac thought, and he moved to his left, and just as he stopped, she fired at him and the dart stuck into his leg. He was surprised as he saw the dart in his leg. He looked at Sarah. He thought she must be a sharpshooter. He did not have long to think about that because he started to feel drowsy.

Sarah opened the door of the cage. Mac stared at her. He wanted to try to get away, but he found that he could not. "What are you doing to me?" he asked.

"Taking care of you," Sarah replied.

They escorted Mac from the cage. He was surprised that he could walk, but he could not flee. They took him into the bathroom. Mac could not believe how he felt. He wanted to try and escape but he could not. "We'll give you some privacy," Sarah said and they left the bathroom.

Mac stood there a moment wondering how long he would have to be in this place. Would he die here? He went ahead with his bathroom time and then went to the door. As he opened the door, he found that Sarah and her butler were still there in the room. He walked back out into the room feeling like he had to cooperate with them. "There you go," Sarah said as they put Mac back into his cage.

Mac sat down and stared at them. "What did you do to me?" he asked.

"It's just control until I can get your new place fixed."

"What new place?"

"You'll see."

Mac lay down and pulled the blanket around him as he watched them leave the room again. He would think about how to get out of here after he got some sleep…