II
If Emma were sober enough to guess, she would assume that an entire day had passed, since she was taken from her hotel room. However, there was no way she could know it. She lay in a dark room that smelled strongly of liquor and sex. She was frightened, but so doped up that she was almost passive about the situation. She slept most of the time, and when she was awake, she was dimly aware of the men who came and went; none of them touched her and she understood only one thing by her kidnapper's words; she was a trophy item, she was a display piece; the un-baitable fish, the worlds most difficult record to receive, the highest award. He had captured her.
The man who had taken Emma from her room came often with more of the sleep inducing pills; she tried but was powerless to stop him from shoving them down her throat. She was unsure of what his plans were.
She could not tell day from night as there were no windows in her room and the door opened up to a hallway bathed in flashing red light. She could hear a dull thumping as if from the beat of music or a bed slamming against a wall in the distance. Screams, cheers, maybe they were a hallucination too.
She contemplated dying there until she heard a different noise. The drugs were wearing off slightly and she was becoming more sensible. One, two, three gunshots accompanied by the demanding yell of men and the terrified screams and cries of women. The kidnapper came to her once more slipping a different pill down her throat, this time it was blue. His pills scared Emma more than any gun. They filled her with unfamiliar toxins that made Emma supremely uneasy. The blue one made her immobile. She had never heard of a drug like this one. After a few minutes, she found herself completely conscious and more aware of her surroundings than she had been since her kidnapping; the experience was heightening. However, she could not move, speak, or make any signal to show that she was alive. Her eyes open wide, her mouth clasped shut. The blood in her veins and the air in her lungs moved only enough to keep her alive.
He grinned flashing his sparkling teeth (one of them was gold), bent low and whispered in her ear. With her new clarity, she recognized her captor for the first time; he was the man whose taxi she took at Logan. However, somehow she had always known that. She made to gasp but could not, she wanted a cry to overtake her but she could not even force tears.
What he told her scared her even more. She watched him leave, her head propped up on the damp pillow. Her naked body lay on the dirty sheets.
Minutes later, a handsome man with a square, pale face who looked as if he had not shaven in days and short, dark hair entered the room. He wore a black t-shirt and a Kevlar vest with a badge over his left breast. Upon seeing her, he became infuriated. "In here!" He yelled. Two other men entered all bearing police badges. Emma is relieved but cannot express her reaction. She tries to move her eyes in a desperate attempt at communication but even they are stuck in place, blinking, once a motion taken for granted, is impossibility. She figured, hopelessly, that the drug would not wear off for hours.
"Woody, I'm calling in the Medical Examiner's Office," one of the officers informed the man who first entered the room.
"Good, we've got quite a case on our hands," he took one last look at the girl lying on the bed and turned away saying with morbid enthusiasm, "I want these rooms preserved. Whoever has done this is a sick bastard and I'll get him!" Emma felt sick with fear, it was one thing doped up and hallucinating but it was another to play dead with reality.
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