"He took you?"

"Yes, he hit me on the back of my head to make me black out. The police found the ice I had dropped. But other than that I had simply disappeared."

"I see. Well what happened next?"

"I woke up to the face of my capture."

"O.K. let's go to that. When you first came face to face with Mr. Riley?"

"Yes."

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Ugh, my head. Keeping my eyes shut I laid where I was for a minute as I checked the rest of my body for any sign of damage. Other than the pounding in my head, I was fine. So I started to open my eyes to find darkness. I sat up slowly and heard the sound of a chain moving. And felt something around my neck, moving my hand up to there, I felt a metal piece around my neck. Following it down I realized that it was the chain. What the hell is happening!?!

Then the sound of footsteps coming to my right made my head turn. Walking down a set of steps with a light in his hand stood the stalker guy. The light casting a frightening shadow on his face. And I felt my eyes bugging out of my face. Oh Lord help me!

As he kept moving towards me, I scooted back until the chain on my neck wouldn't allow me to move any farther. And he continued to move toward me. A whimper escaped my lips, and I squeezed my eyes shut praying to have it just end quickly. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught my attention, forcing me to open my eyes. There sitting across from me was my captor.

"Glad to see you're finally awake," his voice was deep, and it felt as if it reverberated in the whole room. I just stared up at him, my mouth a gaped, "I'm sorry did I startle you?" I continued to stare, not able to find my voice. I saw his eyes narrow at me.

"Do you not speak? You didn't seem to have a problem at the party, rather the opposite. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." His eyes, hypnotic, made my skin crawl.

"W-w-what do you w-w-want w-w-with me?" I stuttered out.

"Ah, do not fret. I will not harm you, I'm just glad to see you're finally awake."

"Where am I?"

"You shouldn't worry you're little head off about that." I looked hesitantly around, trying to see if there were any cracks or anything, but I didn't want to make it obvious.

"Just stop what you're doing. You shouldn't waste you're time, you're not getting out." His voice, again hypnotic, but this time held a threat. I looked up at him, and saw that he was being absolutely serious.

"I came down to ask if you wanted to come upstairs. But obviously you aren't ready. So I'll leave you down here until you seem fit enough to have a normal conversation." I looked up at him, and he seemed determined to make me sit in the dark basement. Nobody knew, but I was terrified of the dark.

"No, no I'll talk. Please! I'll talk. What do you want??" I looked franticly in his eyes, mine welling up with tears with just the thought of being left by myself in the dark basement. And if he brought me upstairs, then I could possibly find another way out.

He looked at me skeptically, my eyes pleading, Don't leave me in this place. I heard a sigh, and the sound of keys scraping against each other, and the feeling of the metal piece being removed from my neck. And his hands around my arms, but at this I moved away. I didn't want him touching me.

"Come on, no need to try and run. I'll move you to a different room upstairs."

He made me walk ahead of him, if I wasn't in this situation, I would have taken the time to actually look around. But just a quick sweep told me there wasn't going to be just an easy escape.

"Go to the room to the right." I followed his directions, and walked into a room with a single bed. And that was it. I looked around, and felt his hands come to my back and gently but firmly push me into the room.

"You will be staying in here. I will be back later." I gave him one last look, before he closed the door. I decided to check around my surroundings.

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"So he moved you into another room?"

"Yes, it was brighter. There was a window, but the ceilings were an easy 16 feet. There was no way I would have been able to climb. I tried taking apart the bed, but it was welded together."

"Welded?"

"Yes, it seemed as if he was expecting me, and so he set it all up. The only rooms I saw in the whole house were the room I primarily stayed in and the bathroom."

"And when you went to the bathroom, did you try to escape that way too?"

"Of course, but I was only allowed 3 minutes to do my business. So there was really no way I had time to go, and look around. So I split up my time. I'd go to the bathroom and spend the rest of the time looking around. He'd give me a ten second warning before he opened the door. I was given enough time to compose myself."

"So what was a normal day like then."

"I was woken with him coming and giving me breakfast, which consisted of oatmeal, 2 eggs, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of milk. Then a quick bathroom break. I would be brought back to my room, and I would sit there for countless hours. But he did give me a watch and a book, so I could keep up with the time and be entertained. Around 12:30 he would bring me lunch, which was normally a tuna sandwich and a glass of water. And then around 3 or so, another bathroom break. And around 6:30 he would bring me dinner, but there wasn't a set thing he would bring. Anything from meatloaf and potatoes to pizza."

"So you ate plenty of times."

"Definitely, I wasn't starving, and it was all healthy foods. And then after that I would be taken to the bathroom for a shower and another bathroom break. I was given ten minutes for the shower and he would sit there in the bathroom during my shower."

"Sit in the bathroom with you?"

"Yes, but he would just sit there thankfully. And after I dried off in the shower, I would say I was done and he would leave to give me five minutes to brush my teeth, get dressed, and use the bathroom for one last time before I would go back to the room for the rest of the night."

"What did you wear?"

"I had three pairs of sweat pants, three t-shirts, and two pairs of underwear. He would take the outfit I had worn that day, give me a fresh one, and wash the clothes I just gave him. I think the clothes were his, but he gave them to me."

"Did he ever talk to you?"

"Mostly small talk, he would sit in during my meals but I think it was to ensure that I actually ate. Because the first week or so of being brought into the room, I didn't eat. And he warned me that if I didn't start eating the portions he gave me, he would force feed me. Which meant he would have to touch me. So I just did as I was told. I didn't talk to him, I would just sit there during our meals."

"He didn't force himself on you?"

"No, not at all, he would sit on one side of the room, and I would sit on the other."

"How long did all this last?"

"About two months. He would give me updates on the search my family was issuing, and about the speeches my friends and family were giving begging me to be brought back to them. And he kept telling me how they had no leads. Nothing."

"When did it start changing? Your schedule."

"The day he made the comment about the police finding a body, and they thought it was me. So all searching stopped."