DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!
Ch5
Sarah awoke not even realizing she had fallen asleep. She hoped against all hope that she would gain some freedom, so she could get out of her restraints and stretch. She also was beginning to feel an uncomfortable pressure building in her bladder.
It wasn't a welcoming possibility that she would be forced to lay here tied up wearing her own soiled clothing. Surely the abductor would want to give her some dignity; at least she fervently hoped he would.
She listened for sounds around her, but there weren't very many that she could recognize. Mostly humming that was low and distant. Occasionally there seemed to be a short loud motorized type sound similar to the sound a furnace makes when it begins to start up.
There were no voices or sounds of movement, not even any pests that could be living in such a place. Thankful she didn't have to fend off any rats, she still found herself wondering if any could be around.
The jingle of keys could be heard before he reached the door, maybe because she was concentrating so hard on hearing everything. Trying to work up a way to make her mouth work, Sarah waited for her captor to open the door.
It was his dinner break, so he didn't have much time to spend with Sarah. He knew she had some needs to be met and though he often had a hard time allowing his 'girls' the opportunity to take care of their necessary needs, he felt Sarah would give him minimal trouble, at least at the start.
She would wait until he felt threatened before trying anything. The more he sat thinking of her and how she reacted with his initial visit, he was willing to give her a modicum of trust, for now. He would bring her to the brink of fear; make her fight him until she willingly let him have his way. Then, that would be the time to let her die.
He always tried to match the form of death to the personality. He regretted his first kill had been so messy. All the blood splattered with each plunge of the knife. She had been a real fighter that one, but he'd been able to clean up quite nicely before he dumped her. He then discovered that beating the fighters was more exciting and it took longer for them to die. One had even held out for three days. He smiled at that memory. The two that cried and screamed he had to silence to keep his sanity and watched their eyes as he squeezed their last breath from them, his gloved hands tightly wound around their necks.
Sarah may offer him something new. He hadn't quite decided how he'd kill her, but he hoped it would take a long time. Her eyes mystified him.
She was watching the door waiting for him. It always thrilled him to see them anticipating his arrival, at least in the beginning. After a few days they would begin to dread the sight of him.
He eased into the room leaving the door open only enough to let enough light in to identify the sparse furniture it held. Besides the bed there were a straight back wooden chair, a small round table with something thing and flat atop it, and two buckets against the wall closest to the bed.
Sarah inwardly groaned knowing what they would be used for. Still it was better than the alternative. At least it looked like he was going to give her that opportunity. In the back of her mind she wondered if she could use that to her benefit.
"I missed you," he spoke in a voice that surprised her because he sounded so 'normal'. No creepy rasps or lisps, she almost laughed, but decided no reaction was her best bet. "What? You didn't miss me, Sarah?" he almost sang her name and her blood ran cold.
It took her a few moments to realize how he knew her name. She recalled hearing Tim shouting her name from her cell phone after she screamed. She figured it wouldn't make much difference in the end, except maybe buy her more time, if he felt more intimate with her; that though made her shudder.
"Please," she croaked.
"Oh, I know what you need. That's why I'm here," he came closer to her to feel her reaction to him. Oddly she remained still, waiting. He hoped he hadn't misjudged her fighting spirit. "Let me loosen these restraints and then I'll give you some privacy," he began to loosen a knot.
Unexpectedly the restraints eased one by one but from the bed not her limbs. She had only enough freedom to stand walk to the buckets, before they held her firm again to the bed.
Sarah analyzed the leather that secured her and saw it would take a long time to wear away without anything sharp to rub against it. She thought of Gibbs' rules that Tim would comment about. One had something to do with always carrying a knife. She wished she'd followed that one herself right now.
True to his word he left her to relieve herself in private. Well he stood right outside the mostly closed door. Grateful he handed her some wipes to clean herself up with after. She finished and stood stretching what muscles she could.
"I'll let you remain loose for a while if you promise to behave while I'm gone," he offered.
"Where would I go?" Sarah clipped.
Smirking at her show of fire, he nodded, "Where indeed?" He sighed watching her for a few more moments before turning and leaving her to her limited freedom.
Sarah took the opportunity to catch any more detail of the room before she was cast into the darkness again. She had been right about there be no windows and the walls appeared to be made from cinder block. Where would such a room exist? Some basement, but not in a house; it seemed too large an expanse, but not quite as large as one beneath a warehouse. There had to be something to give her a better clue and if she didn't make it out alive something that would help Timmy find where she met her end and stop any other women from meeting the same fate.