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I slowly regained conciousness. I did not open my eyes, instead I let my other senses range out without moving. The air smelled of burning pine, dust, and burnt fish. The ground felt like it was dirt and there was no light coming through my eyelids. It felt like there was, not a breeze, just an uncomfortable amount of air movement, I felt exposed. I realized with a jolt that I wasn't wearing any clothes. Oh. My. Gosh. I had been kidnapped by the rapist. Duh! Why didn't I see it? I had dark brown hair, tan skin, and was of average, possibly slightly shorter, height. And he had been moving towards Forks and La Push, my house was just on the edge of La Push.

Crap.

This was not in my plans for my senior year in high school. Well, I certainly couldn't struggle, he'd hurt me, I couldn't run, same outcome there, and I couldn't keep pretending to be asleep. But if I saw him I could identify him and send him to jail, where he couldn't hurt another girl. As for the rest of it I could shut off all my senses. It's not as hard as it sounds; I have actually done it many times before. When you have lost the love of your life abruptly it makes it easier when you can't feel a thing. I could act completely dead, while being alive, I didn't think, and if I did it was about Him. Nothingness was my happy place. With this plan in my head I opened my eyes.

At first it was complete darkness, but as my eyes adjusted I saw that he was not in the room, a huge relief. I also saw that my arms and legs were tied to sticks stuck deeply into the ground. Crap. On the wall to the left of me about 10 feet away was a door. Through the door was a flickering shadow that I guessed to be from the psycho sitting in front of a small fire. Probably the source of the poorly cooked fish. I looked around again and saw two windows, one on the wall behind me, and one on the wall to the right of me. In the corner I saw a pile of acorn shells, the meat of the nut long peeled out and eaten by critters. I knew this place. He had taken me here a few months before He left. I remember peeling all those acorns, "making the squirrels job easier," He'd said. It took everything I had not to break down screaming and crying right there. Despite my attempts to calm myself I couldn't prevent a few silent tears from traveling down my cheeks and my next few breathes were rough and jagged, I swallowed the monstrous lump three times before it went completely away. Unfortunately, he noticed the change. He got up and moved towards me. I tried to see his face, but it was in shadow. I gave one sigh of defeat before beginning to close off each sense, one by one. I felt him touch me for a millisecond before that sense too was gone.

I stayed in my happy place much longer than I should need to before finally letting sound in, I heard nothing, so I let my body feel again. Again, nothing but a blanket and myself. The blanket was new, but not threatening. I began to smell, nothing bad, I cautiously let myself taste again, afraid of what taste would be in my mouth. There was actually a sour, unclean taste of morning breath, but, thankfully, not a hint of him. Then, I opened my eyes. I saw myself wrapped in a blanket. The man who disgusts every cell in my being sat foolishly cross-legged in front of me. He appeared to be meditating. Why was he still here? From the reports it sounded as though he normally left before the girls had breath to scream; he also seemed to get it over with and not move his victims and then wait for them to wake up. My breath hitched in fear of what was next, and he opened his eyes.

I refused to allow the perfect combination of shaggy chestnut hair, bare-chested muscles, and hazel eyes get to me, but a hint of recognition wormed its way into my thoughts. The childish chub had left his face, revealing sharp bones beneath a thin layer of skin, but that nose, those eyes, they were unmistakable. He looked just like He should look, and my heart melted. But He would never do this, this was a different person, obviously. Firm in the belief that this was someone else I couldn't help but ask myself, what had this man gone through to come to this? Why were the lines of pain on his face so deep? Why are the creases around his eyes so faded from lack of smiling? Why is he still watching me?

Despite the common compassion I felt for him, I kept my glare steady, not daring to back down. I wanted freedom, and I would settle for nothing less than honest answers before I left.

I thought I saw a spasm of pain shoot across his face as well when he opened those gorgeous eyes, but it was gone before I could be sure. I fought to keep from screaming at him, it would do me no good. I composed myself and waited for him to speak.

He didn't, but continued to stare at me as if trying to see into my soul, to figure me out; it made me uncomfortable.

"Why?" I asked.

He looked at me questioningly, "Why what?"

"Why do you do this?" I replied.

"I meditate because it keeps me calm and organized." Smart Aleck.

I frowned at him, and looked away as he flashed me an innocent smile. I got up, and made towards the window on the wall behind me, which was nearest to my house. If my readings were right, he wouldn't let me go so easily, he wanted to know me.

"Where are you going?" He stood up and moved towards me, grabbing my wrist. I shuddered and shook him off angrily.

"I am going home, get off of me."

"You can't. You don't know how to get out, or where you are." He said smugly, as if he knew everything.

"Yes I do, I know that the door is heavy duty, and bolted shut, so I can't leave through there, I also know that my house is this way," I again began towards the window. He was smart enough not to touch me this time.

His face crumpled as he realized he had nothing to hold me here. His eyes grew large and sorrowful. "Please," he whispered. "Please, just tell me your name, I… I have to know."

"Will you let me go then, and never bother anyone here again?"

He swallowed. "Yes." I knew better than to ask him to stop, but if I got his name then they might be able to catch him.

"Then you have to tell me yours."

"Why do you think that I am so stupid as to give you my name?"

"I have a right. Everyone will want to know who my technical "first" was, since you ruined it for whoever is my chosen first." It was true, but there wasn't anyone I was anywhere close to choosing for now, but that wouldn't help my case.

"Why should I trust you?" He asked, still wary, he didn't seem to care about my previous argument.

"I didn't say you had to, I don't trust you, and yet you took away my innocence. Anyway, you obviously have nothing to do in life other than ruin girls lives, so why is jail such a bad choice if I do rat you out?"

He seemed to be having some kind of internal debate. "Well, I do hate doing this. What the hell. Okay." Yes! "But," Oh no the dreaded but. "you have to say yours at the same time." Phew! Not near as bad as I'd imagined.

"Fine. Full name, and I can tell if you're lying," I bluffed.

"1… 2… 3… Alex Campbell."

"Lisa Oak." We both physically cringed. Wait. Both?

I spoke first. "Alexander James Campbell?" He slowly nodded, shock written all over his features. I couldn't take it, this couldn't be him…

I fainted.