Sara lay still in the darkness after she had screamed. She had frightened herself, all of those memories that had surfaced from the depths of her past. The memories she had worked so hard to bury inside. But now they all flooded back as wounding as ever. She lay silent and still for she could no longer do otherwise. She had no more strength to fight the thick leather that had begun to bite into her flesh. She had no more strength to breathe fully let alone speak or cry out any longer. Her throat was burning once again as well as her thirst that threatened to overcome her.

Then she felt his presence behind her and then the loosening of the straps that held her within the chair. Sara began to fall forward but felt his arms encircle her, holding her to him, supporting her weak body against his. His arms were not cruel but instead were strong and careful. As if he cared in some twisted way or maybe that he felt remorse for her, for what he had done to her. Maybe it had been too much or maybe it was remorse for something not yet done.

Her captor picked her up and carried her back into the dull gray room now shed of the red blanket that had once been there. Now she herself was the only color to highlight the room. Her paling porcelain skin and her emerald lace bra and panties seemed to give off a vibrant glow within the monotonous room. He left her lying on the bed, sure she would not move, for she was so weak. And just as soon as he had left, he returned, carrying a white dress within one hand and a black bag in the other, what lay within unknown.

Sara only sighed and looked back up at the ceiling, for nothing now would matter. She had no strength to fight whatever he planned to do to her. All she could do was lay there and take it. She was surprised however, when he started to tend to the wounds that he had given her. He pulled the tape cubes delicately off of her eyes and softly began to wash her face. He wiped away the tear stains from her face and the glue residue that had been left behind. He then sat her up and began to brush her tangled hair, pulling it up into a delicate bun in the back with cascading curls both on the bun and the front of her face.

He then began to wrap her hands, wrists, and ankles in gauze and then again in silk. Placing a new set of panties on the bed he motioned for her to change and to use the wash cloth if she wanted. He helped her stand and turned towards the wall waiting for her to be decent.

Sara thought this was strange of this man, for he had before touched her without the slightest concern. This kindness scared her more than the cruelty that he had shown her before. For his cruelty was predictable his kindness however lay an un-tread road.

Sara had carefully stood and shakily discarded her old panties and clothed herself in the new ones. She washed up as much as her dizziness allowed her. He turned back around when she dropped the wash cloth back into the bowl full of hot water that sat on the end of the bed. Her captor then picked the dress up off the bed and gently placed it over her head, slipping it down her body. The dress ended at the floor, Sara's feet barely showing. It was simple and elegant, a dress Sara herself would have bought to wear no where. To fill her full closet with the emptiness that she would never wear. Now however she was going somewhere. Where she did not know for she did not ask, for she did not want to know.

He stood away from her and watched her sway slightly as she tried to remain standing. She looked beautiful all dressed up, truly a natural beauty. Sara finally fell back down on the bed, for the dizziness had finally won the battle that she had been waging with it.

As her captor cleaned up, Sara noticed for the first time the camera now set up in this room. It was smaller then one in the prior room and was set up at the end of the bed and was pointed directly at her. She sighed again and let herself slump back into the bed. Nothing worse could come now, for she was too numb for feeling.

Yet he only turned the camera on when he returned and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. He turned towards her and said, "This is your finally chance to say your goodbyes to your friends." It wasn't the usual cruel tone he had used before, it was soft and full of compassion, if that was even plausible.

Sara looked at her captor and then to the camera. She had so many words to say if this were in fact the end of her life. But they all jumbled into a big catastrophe of nothing. And so the only words that Sara uttered were, "I'm so sorry," pausing then whispering, "I'm so sorry, for I think this is goodbye."

"I'm so sorry."

Her captor then gets up and shuts the camera off. A single tear falls from Sara's eye as he carries her back out into the other room and sets her back down into the chair she had not to long ago been strapped in. Her captor then puts a new disc into the computer and pushes the enter button. Turning back towards her, he gently wipes the tear from her face, whispering, "Come on we're going for a ride."

And with that he carries her yet again out into the sunrise.

A/N: I am back, with vengeance. So sorry for the delay, hopefully it will not happen again soon. I should be updating again sometime in the near future.

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