Roxanne forgot where she was as she lightly opened her eyes, to a small living room. She lie there on the couch wrapped like a burrito on the sofa, and the light fire lit the room giving it an aery void. Roxanne felt the warmth of the blanket and the warmth of the fire radiating on her cheeks, and she didn't want to move. However as she lie there, listening to the still sounds and crackling fire, she had also heard the light breathing of a person. She opened her eyes again and slowly turned her head towards the sound. Leaning up a little she saw a man sitting at the end of the couch. His body lie there in the sitting position, all slouched comfortably with his head tipped back barely getting support for his head from the back of the couch . Her legs lie on his lap and he had his hands grabbing her legs though the blanket.
Roxanne was conflicted at this moment, between what was the smart thing to do, and what she wanted to do. Slowly, she lifted her legs and moved them away to the floor. The mans hands flopped down onto his lap, and Roxanne sat there waiting, to see if he would stir. Nothing. Then she saw his face. His skin was tan despite the snowy weather that clouded the sun for most of every day. His face had evidence of a newly shave. His hair was hidden under a blue beanie, however, and his eyes were closed. Even so his face was quite angular among his jaw line, but he was about average size for a man. He had black jeans on, that blended into his black socks, and light baby blue button up shirt lie lazily amongst his chest, a few buttons open at the top revealing his chest. But wait. What was that? Not only did it show his waxed chest, but as she stared harder to get a better view, (the flicker of the flames dance light and dark shadows over it), she saw something very peculiar. A tattoo.
'Metro MAN' tattooed just above his heart. 'God, what a nerd.' she thought to herself and she rolled her eyes.
Roxanne ever so slowly, stood up from the couch, her eyes on the man the whole time. What would he do with her if he were to wake? How much torture would she go through? And not the good kind that Megamind put her through. Roxanne couldn't think about it. All she needed to do was to get out. Roxanne let the blanket fall from her and she headed for the door, however, when she reached the door, and turned the knob to open it, a high pitch squeak made it's self very well known. Roxanne looked over her shoulder in a panic, gritting her teeth in the process. He snorted and adjusted his position, but other than that, his eyes remand shut. She continued opening the door another inch, and the squeak came out again in a high pitch. Another stir, but still nothing. She repeated opening the door, but again the squeak. "Stupid piece of crap!" she whispered aloud to herself.
"You really think I didn't wake up from you getting off the couch? I am a very light sleeper." Roxanne didn't look back, but swung the door wide open and rocketed out the room. However, her legs gave week, and she fell to her knees. Roxanne heard a laugh from behind her, a laugh that frightened her and sent a shiver of ice down her spine. She began to drag her self across the floor, but he was on her in a second, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her up, however, her legs would not stay under her. She fought against him and punched at his chest, and he twirled around, wrapping his arms around under her breast and picked her up, dragging her down to the basement. Going down the stairs, he picked her up and cradled her against his chest. Roxanne put all her energy into hitting him, and he grew frustrated, but willing. Once in front of her door of doom, he put her down and shoved her inside. Roxanne fell to her knees. Turning her head to face him, she saw through the blinding light, a luminous green that shone in his eyes.
"You will do as I say. Sooner or later, it will happen. You'll see." and with that he shut the door, locking it from the outside. Roxanne dragged herself to the rusty bed, and sat on the stained mattress, and at that moment, she felt a kick. Roxanne grabbed her stomach and tears streamed down her cheeks. A smile spread across her face and she rubbed her stomach. He was still alive.