"LET ME OUT!" Calleigh screamed. It was no use, she couldn't even move because of the chains.
"I don't think so. You've been so good for so long now. Why don't we have a little fun," Damien said, "I've been dreaming about this all my life. I've been keeping a close watch on you to. I have pictures. Hundreds. All of you. Doesn't that make you feel special?"
"No. That just creeps me out. Why are you doing this to me anyway? What will you achieve if you killed me?" Calleigh asked.
"Oh come on. Don't you know me? Damien Fletcher?"
Calleigh suddenly remembered, "You're the one I put behind bars. What? Have you gotten out already. Don't start thinking to mighty. You might end up right back where you started."
"That's enough talk from you Calleigh. I don't know if you realise this but you are in no position to be making threats to me. You're chained to a wall right now," Damien retorted, "now what I came down here was to ask you again if you liked the offer I proposed earlier? All you have to do is call."
"I will never do anything for you," Calleigh said very bravely.
"Fine then, you leave me no choice. You see outside your cell? There are tons of knick knacks that I can use. It's quite fun for me. I don't know about you though. I promised Horatio if he didn't get me the ransom in time I would have to start using them on you. He knows. Where is he? I don't think he wants to save you," Damian laughed.
"He'll be here," Calleigh retorted.
"Maybe he will, maybe he won't, I don't know. What I know for sure though is that if he does come, he will find you unconscious, beaten, bleeding, anything. So lets get started shall we? Or will you do as I ask?" Damien asked with a hiss.
"I already said no!" yelled Calleigh.
"Fine then, let me get ready then," Damien said satisfied.
Damien left the cell and went over to one of the tables trying to decide which to use first. He searched around the numerous items until he came across a rusty old screwdriver. He picked it up and started heading back towards Calleigh.
Calleigh now looking more frightened then ever once she could see what he was holding. She was trying to figure out what he was going to do with the screwdriver. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.
"Here we are!" Damien said happily, "Oh. You don't look as brave as you did before. Is something wrong?"
"You're what's wrong," Calleigh announced, "you won't be able to kill me with that. Besides, Horatio is on his way right now. You don't have enough time."
"Oh I don't intend on killing you. Not at first at least. While your colleagues are investigating the murder on the beach, I will be able to slowly take your life away. Once I've had as much fun as I can, that's when I will finally end it. Not to mention by that time you will probably be begging for me to finish it," laughed Damien.
Once Damien finished his sentence he called Tom in. They talked for a bit then Tom took out a cigar and started to smoke it right beside Calleigh. Once he had a bit of it, he jabbed it at Calleighs neck leaving a burn mark where it was. He put it back in his mouth and jabbed it at Calleigh again, this time on her cheek.
"I think it's time for us to go and let her reflect on what just happened, Damien," Tom finally said.
"Yes, Tom. I believe you are right. Think about what you have done Calleigh. Oh I got caught up in the moment I almost forgot," Damien said with his voice trailing off.
STAB!
Damien had stuck the screwdriver right into Calleigh shoulder. Without removing the screwdriver, Tom and Damien left with Calleigh screaming in pain.
