Natalie woke slowly up in a room unfamiliar to her.

As she slowly shook her head to rid it of the cobwebs, she grabbed her head.

Pain swelled through her like a poison, and she fell to the floor.

Where am I?...

She looked around as she slowly regained composure.

The door opened, and bright light flooded through the door.

"Hello Miss Hurley. I trust your sleep was restful?" The voice asked.

She recognized it... but she couldn't remember from where. Mustering up the strength, she got to her feet, and rage crossed her face.

"Who are you?! Why did you do this to me?! What did I do to you?! LET ME THE HECK OUT!" She screamed.

"So many questions, as I figured you would. But I'm not inclined to answer, so I won't. Is there anything you need?" the voice asked. As the figure spoke, he finally coming out of the doorway.

"Yeah. I need to be let out of here!" She yelled, spitting in the face of the person, who she still couldn't see completely.

"You stupid..." He murmured, and slapped her across her cheek. Then, he slapped her again across her other cheek.

She tried to strike out, or to block his blows, as he continued knocking her back and forth.

But he grabbed her, and threw her to the floor.

"This isn't your sports show. This is MY show now..." The voice said as he left her, slamming the door to her prison.