Disclaimer in chapter 1. I keep apologizing form my editing mistakes, keep the reviews comin' and please no flames. This chapter is short because it may be awhile before I update again.
Cheyenne sat on a cot next to the wall in a cold basement. She needed sleep, her body craved sleep, but she was too afraid she had to stay awake, she had to be aware of what was going on. She heard the voices of the men who kidnapped her above, she wrapped the solo quilt around her shoulders trying to think of what she was going to put in the nursery.
"I really wish Steve was here to tell me everything is going to be ok." She whispered images of Steve being knocked unconscious still haunted her.
"Oh please let him be alright." She added. The voices above grew silent, they were silent for awhile after a few minutes a set of feet began to make their way to the basement door and descend down the steps. The figure of the man who rendered Steve unconscious lurked in the shadows of the basement. A chuckle slipped from his lips he slowly eased out of the shadows and towards Cheyenne, she plastered herself against the wall.
"Don't be frightened."
"I'm not." Cheyenne snapped back.
"We just made our ransom call." He looked Cheyenne up and down. "The ransom is sheer nonsense I would not even comply…" His voice drifted Cheyenne did not want to think she blocked out him out, she blocked how tired her body was, she blocked out her hunger she blocked out everything.
"It's getting late why don't you lay down catch some sleep."
"I'm not tired." The man gave one last look over before returning back up the steps.
"Even if it was Steve who killed your brother he didn't do it without some sense of remorse. He would never kill out of pleasure." The man paused half way up the steps he turned to look back onto Cheyenne.
"You say that only because you're his wife, and you're trying to save you and your children." He then continued back up the steps, closing the door behind him. Cheyenne curled up her eyelids grew heavy, but she couldn't go to sleep.