Phoebe was beginning to gain consciousness. She was also becoming aware of the pain that had been inflicted on herself. The back of her head was killing her; there was probably a very large bump back there, not to mention the handcuffs on her hands and feet. Beginning to wake up a little more, she could now taste blood in her mouth. Phoebe finally decided to open her eyes and take a look around the room she was in. Phoebe opened her eyes are took in the contents of the room. The first thing that she noticed was that there was a door exactly across from where she was sitting. The room was mostly bland except for the plain mattress placed on the far left side of the room, on the side Phoebe was sitting on. She quickly shut her eyes as a feeling of nausia swept over her, causing her head to pound even more. At least before, Phoebe was able to block out the small amount of pain, but this was just too much.
Unbeknownst to Phoebe, the door opened and in walked the man that had beaten and abducted her. "Well, well, look who's awake?" Phoebe looked up at him. He wasn't wearing a mask or anything. Phoebe was able to take in the scar just under the man's left eye. It was in the shape of a half outlined circle, the curve facing away from the eye. "I thought that once you were awake that you and I could have a little bit of fun?" the man, who Phoebe assumed was going to soon become her rapist, asked.
Phoebe sat there and just focused all of her energy in keeping her face emotionless, a task very hard for the youngest Halliwell to conquor. "Get over on the bed." Phoebe just focused her gaze on a spot on the wall. "I said get over on the bed," the man said a little louder.
"I'll scream," Phoebe answered in a soft tone.
"Go ahead, the room's sound proof." Phoebe just continued to stare at the wall. The man, getting impatient walked around to the back of Phoebe as best he could, considering she was sitting against a wall, grabbed her hair and pulled out a knife, which was sheathed under his belt by his stomach, and put it to her throat. He pressed the point into the skin of her neck and whispered, "Either you go get on the bed or I end your life right hear right now and bury you in the back yard. No what's it gonna be?"
Phoebe had kept her eyes closed while he whispered his question. She opened her eyes, void of any fear, and nodded yes that she would comply. "Good," the man said, and dragged the knife across Phoebe's throat, not deep enough to kill her, but enough to probably leave a scar. He mostly just wanted her to realize there would be consequences; Phoebe could feel the blood flowing out over the cut and down her neck. The man threw her down on the floor. Phoebe began crawling over towards the mattress and rolled over so that she was on her back. The man sheathed the knife and began advancing towards Phoebe.
Piper walked into the kitchen to find Prue leaning on the counter reading the paper while sipping her cup of coffee. "Did you talk to Phoebe last night?"
"No, she didn't come home last night," Prue answered without taking her eyes off of the paper. "Should we be worried?" Prue folded down the top left corner of the paper to look at Piper.
"No, she's probably been doing it a couple of times before without us noticing because we just sat by why we only saw her once a week."