The dripping was annoying her to no end, though that annoying drip was the least of Isabella-Garcia Shapiro's problems. At the moment she was tied up in a dark room with no lights, no people, and no sounds except for the annoying drip-drip of that water somewhere nearby. She was in deep trouble. The last thing she remembered was eating a bite of her sandwich. A weird thing to remember before you pass out but that was what she remembered.
A clicking sound made Isabella gasp and turn her head in the direction where she believed it was coming from. A few more clicking sounds and a bright light appeared, blinding Isabella for a few seconds. As she tried to blink to get her eyes adjusted to the sudden change of lighting, she could hear a voice chuckling.
"Who's there?" Isabella asked, looking towards where the lighting was coming from. She could barely make out the silhouette of what looked to be a tall young man. She squinted to see if she could see any more details but the light was too bright in her eyes for her to see anything.
"What a beautiful young woman I have in my company tonight," the man said, his voice deep and mysterious. It reminded her of the darkness she was in moments ago. There didn't seem to be an accent. It was more of a neutral accent at least. Unfortunately for Isabella, there was no way of telling who this man was. Most people know who their captors are. Isabella wondered if she did as well.
"Who are you?" Isabella asked. The man laughed again.
"You are very smart Ms. Garcia-Shapiro," the man said. "I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out on your own."
"I'm not that smart," she replied. "In fact, I have no idea who you are so if you can just let me go, no harm will come to you."
"Nice try," the man said. "Now, I'm sure you are starving."
"I wouldn't eat anything you gave me," Isabella said, spitting in his direction. Isabella knew she had got him that time for after hearing a growl, Isabella felt him slap her cheek hard.
"Are you really going to try that with me you little girl?" the man said, grabbing Isabella's hair by the roots and pulling her head up. Even with the close proximity, Isabella could still not see anything new about her captor.
"Please stop," Isabella said.
"No," her captor said. Before Isabella could do anything else she felt a sharp pain go across her shoulder. She screamed from the touch of his cold hands and the sting of the wound he was creating. As soon as it began, it was over. Isabella felt the grip on her hair vanish and she fell down to the floor.
"You are my prize," the man whispered into Isabella's ear. "You do as I say, understand?"
"I will not do as you say," Isabella seethed. The man roared and slapped her on the back of the head. Then he kicked the side of her body and walked out the door.
"Then you will not be getting dinner," the man said. "However there is some water in the corner."
"How am I supposed to drink it?" Isabella asked, forgetting that she was supposed to be angry with her captor. At the moment, all she could think about was how thirsty she was…and how much she needed to go to the bathroom.
"You are not only my prize, dear Isabella," the man said. "You are also my pet." Isabella gasped as she watched the now laughing man close the door, taking the remaining light with him. Once he was gone, Isabella began to sob. She had never cried like this, not even when she was younger. But now she was trapped by a sick and evil man with little hope of getting out.
"Oh Phineas," Isabella whispered, so her captor could not hear her. "Where are you?"