Chapter 3: The Name Of The Enemy

Sarah had been up all night. Her head throbbed and her arm *killed*. She hated this guy. *He does look familier, though.* She thought. Sarah tried to remember where she had seen him. She had not used her voice in more than 24 hours, so it was hoarse and scratchy.
"Who is he?" She whispered, hoarsly.
Evil, as she had been calling him, only brought her food once a day. He came in with a piece of bread and a small glass of water, like always.
"Get up." he commanded. Sarah did, but with much effort.
"Who are you?" she managed to get out.
"My name? You mean you don't remember me, my dear?" he mocked her.
She shook her head.
"Remember that night, you were around ten, I think, and someone crawled through your bedroom window? They whispered sweet nothings in your ear and then cut your throat?"
Her eyes widened and she felt the scar on her throat and nodded.
"That was me."
"Why me?"
"Your father, Robert, used to be one of my best friends. He took my Linda away and I vowed revenge. Then I saw you. Killing you would be the most perfect revenge. Then I saw how much you looked like Linda. She had left me and I wanted her to pay for it. When I kidnapped you, it was like kidnapping Linda. I won't kill you . . . *yet*. I will kill you eventually, though." He said with evil laughter.
"What is your name?" Sarah asked, tears flowing.
"My name is Caleb."
"Caleb?"
"Caleb." He said yet again and left. Sarah heard the lock click in the door. She was greeted by darkness and fell into the bliss of sleep.