It was dark when I opened my eyes, it was so quiet I could feel and hear my rapid heartbeat. I didn't know where I was and I was afraid to admit I was back at the cabin with that psycho. I felt cold and stiff, and I couldn't move much. The mattress I was laying on was very lumpy and I could feel the springs as I tried to move. The silence was getting to me, my anxiety and the feeling of a lump in my throat grew with each second I laid in the darkness. No sliver of light from a door or window. It made it impossible to see. The room had to be sound proof because there was no sound. Not evening a beeping from a heart monitor or sounds from an air vents. This eerie silence was creepy.

Every moment of that day played like a movie clip in my head over and over as I continue to stare into nothing. Remembering the scene of the car bomb sent shivers down my spine. The crazed look in his eyes before he demanded I leave with him, the feeling of his hand closing over mines with the trigger going off, the cloud of grey and orange fire leaping into the air, the blank look in Helen's eyes when we looked at each other, and finally a scene I was sure I imagined the loud bang as the top half of the door was completed shattered before we were rescued. The more I laid there, the more I began to think that I made up the rescue, and that I was drugged and locked up somewhere no one could find me. That somehow he had slipped me a drug and had me hidden away while he got rid of Helen.

I was so into panicking that I didn't hear the footsteps or the door opening. The feeling of being watched made me look up, there was a strange man standing over me. He could have been anyone because the only light coming in the room from the hall casted shadows on his face and I couldn't see his face clearly. My mind went into overdrive, and I was right back in that cabin.

I tried in vain to bury myself back into the mattress, repeatedly saying no as he got closer. I closed my eyes tightly and curled into a ball. I could hear screaming and figured since I didn't hear anything from him, that I was the one doing it.

"Ms. Plum!" he reached for me. Not again, I will not be a victim again.

With strength I didn't know I had, I shot up out the bed ripping the blankets from my legs. I tried to charge at him to push him away from me. I kept swinging my arms, fighting trying to get away, he wasn't fighting back. I the blankets were somehow still tucked into my legs causing me to slip. When he reached for me, I swung at his face. He stepped back with his hands in the air, almost like he was surrendering. I took a chance and looked around to see where I was. When I reached down I felt my clothes, no hospital gown meaning this couldn't be a hospital. I walked shakenly towards the door; he mimicked my movements putting him closer to the cot I was laying on. He tried to come at me again, but all I saw was Wulf's face on this man's body.

"Ms. Plum, please calm down! I'm not here to hurt you!"

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I screamed as I continued towards the door. I tried to keep as much space as I could between us, but also in striking distance ready to hit him.

I could hear running, while the guy and I faced off I noticed he was eye level, so we were about the same height. He looked a little pudgy, but I could take him if it came down to fighting. The dimly lit room was flooded with light, we both turned towards the door as Carlos stood towering in the doorway. The anger on his face made him more sexier than ever. An old thought in an even older situation.

"What the hell is going on in here!" When I heard Carlos's voice I admittedly ran towards him. The guy stood stiff near the cot.

"Carlos" I breathed in his scent as I clung to his body, turning in his arms putting my face in his neck. He was so warm and I felt calmer than I have been while lying in the dark.

"Babe, it's ok, you're safe." I squeezed him tightly and he squeezed back.

"Carlos, what is this place?"

"The old Med-bay in the basement of Rangeman"

I looked around in the room; it was stark white and sterile looking. The room looked almost alien like, something you see in a sci-fi movie with a few medical gadgets and instruments, but without the chamber looking pods. What was strange was that none of the equipment was on; they looked old and broken almost like this was a storage room.

I looked back at Carlos while he glared at the guy who stood near the bed with a stonily look on his face.

"Babe this is Special Agent Johnson, who under direct orders, was to wait to question you but not alone." He looked down at me but directed the next question to Agent Johnson, "What are you doing down here?"

He didn't speak, but kept looking at us with a weird look on his face.

"I won't ask again, what were you doing down here? It's bad enough you block my access to Stephanie. You didn't allow me to take her to the hospital, nor to her home where she could have woken up in familiar surroundings." He continued to be silent. "It took me over an hour to find out where she was."

"That's what I would like to know also Agent." A booming voice cut through the silence.

I looked over Carlos's shoulder towards the person standing behind him. We moved to the side to allow this new person to come into the room. He was older with a little grey hair on the sides of his temple. He had on a dark blue almost black sleek looking suit, he was the same height as Carlos but less muscular. He looked intimidating and clearly in charge.

"General Grant Ms. Plum." He introduced himself with a soft deep voice. I don't why but I felt safe with General Grant and Carlos in the room. I didn't trust this Agent Johnson guy, he looked shady to me. If he had somehow stashed me in the bottom of Carlos's building without anyone knowing was troubling.

"General Grant I was just coming in to see if she was awake, so I could begin the questioning."

"Agent, why wasn't Ms. Plum treated and released in to Manoso's care?" He walked towards Agent Johnson almost towering over him. When there was no response he turned towards us and motioned for us to follow him. He exchanged some kind of hand motion with Carlos and both nodded before walking out of the room.

He led us to the end of the hall where the doors opened into the garage. When we reached the elevators Agent Johnson was following us, but was stopped by two other men dressed similar to General Grant.

"Take him." Agent Johnson started to struggle as he was dragged away. "One less problem Ms. Plum."

He smirked at my shocked expression.

We rode the elevator up to the third floor, when the doors opened all action stopped. Everyone turned towards us and I saw my family right away. I choked back a sob as we ran towards each other. My brothers reached me first, I held them tight. I really missed them, even though it had only been a day. Being kidnapped and thinking I would never get a chance to see them again, really made me miss them.

"Let's give them a moment." General Grant and Carlos moved to the side while I hugged my family.

"Pumpkin" I looked towards my dad, he looked older than I remembered. The twins shifted over and allowed my dad to hug my side. Regina and Val both gave me a kiss on the cheek as my dad and brothers huddled around me.

"I'm ok dad." I wanted to believe it, but I knew with time I will be.

We heard a throat clear, "It's time Ms. Plum." I slowly broke away to be questioned.

I was led to a table on the other side of the room near the rear windows. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. They wanted me to start from the beginning, after Wulf release the knock out gas. I was squeezing my fingers into my palms as I spoke about what happened when he made us pull the trigger, the slight bit of pain kept me from crying. When I mention Helen's name, I forgot my dad was still in the room because he cursed loudly. My mouth was dry, when I got to the part about waking up with Agent Johnson over me. I took a sip of water, the glass trembling as it came to my mouth. Carlos and General Grant blank face was in full force, I would have been cowering if I was on the receiving end of that look.

"That'll be all Ms. Plum," He walked over to me and helped me out of the chair. "Sorry for this mess, but we'll be in touch if we need anything and don't hesitate to contact Agent Manoso if you have any problems."

My family and I were guided out of the building to my dad's SUV. I was sandwiched between my brothers in the back sit. I watched as Carlos looked at my twin seatbelts, each one holding on to my arms.

"See you later Babe." He placed an escaped curl behind my ear before walking back into the building. I watched him go with an ache in my chest, willing him to turn around and come back to me.

My dad drove off towards home. I watched until he disappeared into the building. When my dad pulled up to the house, he cut off the car but none of us moved.

"Pumpkin you can stay in your old room, if you want." My old room was the twin's game room; I knew that if I did stay I'll be camping out in their room.

When we got out of the car, my family hugged me again before I could turned to make my way down to the cottage. The short walk allowed me to give myself a pep talk, I didn't want to be alone. Maybe I should have took my dad's offer of staying at the house. My home was quiet but I could hear the faint sound of Rex wheeling away in the kitchen, the hum from the refrigerator, and the beeping of the answering machine. I never felt so relieved to hear those sounds.

I started the crying when I got into the shower, my tears mixing in with the dirt and grime. Once I started crying, I couldn't stop. I made it to bed in just my robe, hair still wet and too tired to do anything.

I couldn't sleep; I watched the red numbers on my alarm clock slowly move up. It read 2:20am when he finally came. There were no words; I must have looked a hot mess with dried tears on my face and messy hair. When he started to remove his belt I couldn't help but stare, then his shirt went over his head, and the cargo pants made it to the floor leaving him in black boxer briefs. The way he walked towards the bed, caused my body to shiver. The emotions this one man could install in me where limitless. I should not be feeling this way after what I've been through. But dammit I deserve this, whatever happens, happens and I will gladly accept the consequences.