My thoughts were running wild. If I was scared before, I was suddenly shit-my-pants terrified. Except I wasn't wearing pants and God knows when I last ate. I only knew I had been kidnapped from Heat by some crazy psycho. I suddenly realized how quiet things had become since the brilliant light had turned on. The silence was nearly deafening. I wanted that man to talk to me again. It had almost been reassuring. It was so quiet I could hear my frantic heartbeats. Then a terrifying noise suddenly became discernible. Foot steps.
I literally had to bit my lip to keep from attempting to scream. The footsteps slowly came closer and closer. It was like I was caught in the worst sort of trap, since I couldn't move my body at all. The fear that was paralyzing my mind was reflected in the ties that kept my body fastened still. The footsteps suddenly stopped. More deafening silence.
"Oh, it looks splendid." A voice suddenly murmured with delight. Surely my kidnapper was the one to speak...But... Oh my God. It had been the most gorgeous voice I've ever heard. It was a male's voice; rich, smooth, lilting, strong, masculine and yet so much more. The closest I could get to describing it would be like saying it was like liquid gold. I was filled with a mixture of anger, fear and awe. I couldn't see my captor. I could only hear the occasional sounds of approval he made. And to make it all worse, he had the voice of a God. The footsteps resumed, and suddenly he was standing in front of me. I couldn't help myself – a pathetic shriek that couldn't even masquerade as a real scream came from my throat. Without meaning to, the vivid memory of waking up in the hospital after the plane crash bombarded me. I hadn't been able to scream then either.
"Aren't you lovely?" my kidnapper purred. His voice nearly entranced me, but I couldn't help but stare at him with shock. He was possibly the strangest man I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of men. The weirdness of his looks temporarily dulled my fear. Tall and abnormally thin, he had nearly translucent white skin and thick black hair that was combed back like some guy from a romance movie. His face was full of contrasting features – a high forehead and strong chin, small lips, sharp cheekbones, and large mis-matched eyes. One was electric blue, the other was eerily yellow. He was dressed in black formal clothes, again going with the theme of a dude from a romance flick set in the nineteenth century. Yet the weirdest piece of his appearance by far was his mask. Yup. My psycho kidnapper was wearing a black mask that stretched over most of his forehead and all of the right side of his face. It looked like porcelain, or something like that. Noticing the horrified way I stared at him, a small grin began to grow over his thin lips. "How do you like your stage, Prima Donna?" he asked me in a bemused manner. How did he manage to have such a silky voice? It scared me. He scared me. I couldn't recall a time when a man had terrified me like this. My mind began to go into over-drive as I processed that he had asked me a question. What could I say? Was he going to murder me? Did anyone realize I was missing? A half-sob escaped. His little grin grew wider.
"I'm not a Prima Donna," I finally managed to stutter in a tiny voice. He smugly shook his head.
"I beg to differ." Leisurely, he took a step nearer to me. With him came a sickeningly sweet scent I couldn't quite identify. "You were born to be on stage, Ms. Davidson." He knew my name! Wait. Of course. That made sense. He must have been the stalker who did all of those creepy things to me. If I hadn't been so dehydrated, I would have began to cry from frustration and anxiety. "You'll be my Prima Donna now. You'll be the star of my opera house." He seemed so pleased with that thought.
"...I...can't sing." I shakily rasped. Would he kill me now? He seemed to waken from his sick, happy little thought world. His face darkened.
"Don't lie to me, Ms. Davidson. I know for a fact that you can sing. I realize that you will have to undergo some amounts of training to reach the caliber I've set for my opera house, but that is alright. I know your going to be perfect."