Disclaimer: still, dont own them..never will.

He slowly pulled the car into his driveway, and into the garage. He turned off the ignition, and shut the garage door, making sure it was fully closed before he got out. The last thing he needed was his neighbors seeing him take an unconscious women out of his trunk. He popped open the trunk and looked inside, she was still out of it, hadn't so much as moved since he had dumped her in there, close to an hour ago. Before he came home, he had stopped to grab a bite to eat and to rent a movie, after all it wasn't like she was going to just wake up anytime soon, Haldol had that effect on people.

"We're here baby," he said leaning forward and retrieving his prize from his trunk. He easily carried her in his arms and into the house. Where he took an immediate left and walked down the hall into the room where she would be spending her last few days. He dropped her onto the bed, not really caring about her well being for the moment, however he took the time to covering her with blankets. He didn't want her to catch cold, where would the fun be in that. He didn't bother with tying her down, for there was no where for her to go. The dark room was windowless, he knew it was soundproof and the only way out was through the door which he had entered and he held the only key. He pulled up a chair, and sat down next to her sleeping form, she was his now, and nobody could take her away. She was perfect for him, unlike the other girls, she was the one. He reached over and placed his hand on her forehead, moving some of her hair out of her face. He watched as her breathing became less steady and more labored, she wasn't in any kind of trouble, the drug was wearing off now, she was starting to wake up, and he wanted to be there when it happened. He glanced at this watch, yep right on time, she would be awake within the next hour or so, he grabbed her hand and leaned back in his chair just waiting for her to open her eyes.

The first thing Abby became aware of was the incredible amount of pressure in her head. It was worse then any hangover she had ever experienced. She quickly realized the pain was not going to dissipate without the help of some powerful painkillers, and painkillers were not going to just magically appear without her getting up. But the thought of even attempting to open her eyes, made her head ache even more. The idea of having to get up and move just did not seem appealing at that very moment. The pain was radiating from her head all the way down into her neck and then shooting throughout her body, there was absolutely no way in hell she would be able to get up from the bed. But she had no choice. Slowly Abby pried her eyes open, it took her a couple of tries, but she was finally able to get them to open and focus all the way, and as soon as she did, Abby knew she was in trouble.

"Welcome back," immediately Abby felt her heart rate increase. This was not the same place she had fallen asleep at, this was not any place she had ever been before. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking around the room, it was windowless, and dark. She could faintly make out the outline of the figure out the man who had just spoken. A million thoughts were racing through her mind, as Abby attempted to push herself into a sitting position, but the dug had left her weak and she collapsed back down onto the bed. "Here," suddenly she felt two strong arms lifting her into a sitting position "let me help you."

Abby knew that she had been drugged with something, it was the only thing that could explain how she was feeling. When he first touched her, Abby jumped, his touch like fire to her. She couldn't defend herself right now, she didn't know what to do. Abby wanted to do nothing but jump up from the bed and run for it, but she didn't have the strength.

"Who are you?" she whispered. The fact that she used her voice for the first time in God knew when, caused her throat to ache.

"Don't worry about that now baby," he smiled over at her, a smile that Abby had seen before, she just couldn't place it yet. It scared her though. The way he stared at her made her shiver, all Abby saw in his expression was pure evil.

"I will worry about it!" she pulled away from, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay.

"You shouldn't, I wont hurt you," his tone was meant to be calming, but nothing could calm her. He reached for her, but she scooted further away, until her back was flat against the headboard. The thought of this person touching her, being near her, made Abby sick to her stomach. She didn't want to think of what he may have done while she was unconscious. As he inched toward her, Abby got braver. "Shh, everything will be okay!" he stood up and moved right next to her, he smelled of lemon detergent, a smell Abby was sure she would never be able to tolerate again. And then Abby saw her opportunity, or what she hoped would be her opportunity. As he reached to move a lock of hair off her face, Abby suddenly kicked, hitting him squarely in the groin. As he fell to the ground groaning and grabbing himself, Abby jumped off the bed planning to make a mad dash directly for the door, but as soon as her feet hit the ground, she collapsed with a thud, the drug still coursing through her body.

Still doubled over from the pain he lunged to where she was lying grabbing her by her hair and yanking her back towards him. God the pain for her should be excruciating and might just teach her a lesson, but he didn't want to mark his precious beauty, no not where it would be visible to his eyes, she was perfect the way that she was, yet he couldn't have her walking all over him. He was in charge and she needed to see that, she needed to know that from this moment on in time that she was and now always would be his. In time she would come to love him, Martin knew that, she was smart and would know that this was for the best, the best for both of them.

"Where do you think you're going baby doll? Huh?" he easily lifted her off of the ground and placed her back on the bed. "That was a very bad idea Abby," he reached into his pocket and once again,pulled out a syringe, he had filled it earlier, knowing that she would probably fight him, that he would probably have to sedate her again. He was right. "You just close those pretty eyes of yours get some more sleep and we'll try this again when you're..." he stalled out for a moment, "well more cooperative." Abby watched as he brought the needle close to her arm. She knew she didn't have the strength to struggle with him, but she wasn't just going to lie there and let this happen. She wanted to sit up, but he hadpinned her down in such a way, that his free hand was restraining any movement by placing it hard down on her stomach.

"Please don't," she whispered, not wanting to be unconscious in a room with this psychopath. For Abby to actually plea to someone, it was obvious that she was beyond just intimidated, she was frightened, scared, terrified. And it took a lot to shake Abby Lockhart, and a lot was just what Martin Richards was.

"I'm sorry, but I have to, you need this, it will help calm you down" he grabbed her arm, squeezing it tight, and brought the needle down into her skin, injecting the clear liquid. Abby jumped when she felt the sting of the medicine, it burned as it washed through her body. She was losing control, her body was losing control. A feeling Abby hated to experience, especially when she was in the hands of a stranger. Her mind flashed back to her patients, when they would first enter the trauma room, how they had absolutely no control over their situation, how they themselves were in the hands of complete strangers. She vowed right then to never ignore her patients questions when they were being fired at her in a trauma, no matter how busy she was, she would always be there to reassure them, let them know they still had some control over what was happening to them. That was, if she ever made it out of here alive, wherever here was.

The room was starting to spin, she could no longer focus on the person in front of her, her eye lids were growing heavy.

"Shh, it will be okay, good girl, just sleep," he placed the now used syringe on the table beside them, before reaching over and stroking her hair. He watched as she fought once again to stay alert. "Give up Abby, its to strong," he smiled down at her, as her body finally gave in, and she once again succumbed to sleep. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, before standing back up. The bed creaked as he did, his weight no longer making the old thing sag. It had been his bed when he was a child, that's right it was a child's bed. Meant to hold no more then hundred twenty pounds. But it had, it was a reliable thing, it had never failed him, and hopefully neither would its current occupant.

He reached over and tucked the old comforter around her, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable when she woke up. Later, if it came down to it, he could use the blanket as leverage against her. He would purposefully keep the room cold, if she acted up, the blanket would disappear. And if she continued to act up, he would take away more and more things.

The last thing he would take away though, was food and water. He would never want to do that to her, yet, she could always pull the hunger strike stunt. Two of his other victims had done the same thing, but he was smarter then them, he was smarter then everyone. He worked at a hospital, he knew how to start an IV, he would simply force feed them. It had never come to that, but he had to be prepared for anything. Especially with Abby, who was clearly the strongest willed out of all of them. Once she woke up, her life would be nothing like it was before, she would begin to learn and understand exactly just who was in charge now.