The dripping continued as Isabella sat there in the dark, cold and alone. As she picked apart the pieces of bread and ate them without the use of her hands, she wondered what her fiancé was doing right then. Isabella knew how Phineas got whenever he was worried. He probably dropped everything he was doing in order to find her. He wouldn't eat, wouldn't even sleep, till he brought her home safe and sound.
"He probably stopped showering too," Isabella said to herself between bites. The strange man had only come a few times since the first encounter in order to give her more food and water and to gawk at her. It made her sick just thinking of the things he told her. She was glad she couldn't see the way he looked when he stared at her. That was one image Isabella was sure she never wanted to see.
Suddenly, the door opened and the man was there again. He didn't seem like a man with a guilty conscience. From what Isabella could see or sense, he seemed pretty well groomed. His hair wasn't flying out everywhere and he always seemed to be in nice clothes, like a casual suit of some sort. No t-shirts or ripped jeans. This was a guy that showered every day and not even kidnapping a young woman would make him mess up his daily ritual.
"I see we have begun eating again," the man said. "That is good. You were getting too skinny." Isabella rolled her eyes. She had given up yelling at the guy. She knew it wasn't going to do. Instead she did what any other reporter would do: she went digging for the facts.
"So am I just going to sit in here for the rest of my life?" Isabella asked casually. She took another bite of the bread and looked up to where she believed the man's face was. Unfortunately, the light was still too bright and she had to look away again.
"I'm not going to parade you around town, if that's what you're asking," he replied. Isabella was sure he was smirking right now. "Actually, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you. Right now I'm still savoring the fact that you're all mine."
"But what about malnutrition or atrophy?" Isabella asked. "Or better yet vitamin D. You can't keep giving me bread and water. Plus I need fresh air and sunlight too. I'm going to die in here and it will be all your fault."
The man did not answer her and quickly left the room, closing the door behind him. Isabella sighed and collapsed back on the floor. She knew she wasn't going to get atrophy, at least not right away. As long as she got up and stretched a couple of times a day she should be fine. However she had no control over her air or her food. She knew she wasn't going to be getting out of here very soon but there was something about this whole situation that was bothering her. Something didn't make sense, and she had no idea what it was.