Anika was alone, her hands bound with thick, itchy rope.
Her lips emitted a moan as she struggled to pull herself into an upright position. Her legs were also bound. The walls were cold, made of a rough stone while the floor was cement.
Anika guessed that she was in a basement.
The door opened and light flooded the room. Anika could see empty shelves out of the corner of her eye but all her attention was focused on the opening door.
A man stepped forward. Anika corrected herself, he was not a man. He was still a boy; in his late teens.
He shut the door behind himself and turned on the flashlight in his right hand.
He pointed it straight at her.
"Hello Susanna," he said.
Anika was silent until she finallyhad enough nerve tosay,"My name isn't Susanna and what do you want with me?"
The boy stepped closer to her. "I cannot answer that without His permission."
"Then tell me who you are!" she half-shouted, panicking.
"My name is Cain Boardman."