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anything about any of this.
    “So, we have a really nice room all
done up for you. Later tonight we will film a little video and post it online
for Dean and Ryan. I don’t know if they will be willing to accept our
negotiations, but if not… Well I have a nice little plot out back with your
name on it.” He smiles motioning with his hands towards me again.
    The scary man with the gun
approaches me, he leans over and removes the handcuff that was secured to the
heavy desk. He drags me down the hall, I try to look around for signs of where
I am but there is nothing. The window’s outside show nothing but wooded area on
one side and miles of field on the other.
    I am pulled down old wooden steps.
They don’t seem safe. The basement is scary and old, unlike the one where Dean
had me. That was musty and a little damp in some areas but this was not safe.
There was an abundance of cobwebs, old paint cans and boxes of cloth. The
support beams holding the house are showing signs of rot. There are nails sticking
out of random parts of the wall where clearly boards have fallen off with
neglect over time. On one wall there was a large assembly of weapons. Bullets
on the book shelf. And rolls of clear plastic. I shudder when I consider what
those are used for.
    The tall man laughs noticing my
line of vision “don’t get any ideas girly, you won’t be free in this room.”
    He drags me across the room to a
small area that looks even more disgusting than the first part of the basement.
There are chains sticking out of the wall. Chains I thought were only used for
slaves.
    That’s exactly what I pretty much
am at this point.
    He shoves me down and begins to
strap my leg to the one chain, then he attaches another to the same leg “you
won’t be getting both of these off, so don’t bother trying.”
    He makes quick work of locking me
up, and without another word he is gone. Leaving me alone in the dark room. I
look around, the only window in the basement is 10 feet behind me. No way can I
reach it. It’s letting in very little sunlight, but there is a dim light across
the room that I pray stays on. I don’t know that I could handle being here in
the dark.
    I wonder if Dean knows where I am.
I wonder if he is even looking. Maybe he is relieved that I have been taken off
his hands.
    There is an old sheet folded up and
placed in the corner. I reach for it and slowly unfold it. Dust billows up from
the dirt and grime of the room. I know it’s been here for a while. But the
alternative is laying on this floor bare, and the thought of what is on this
cement makes me shiver. I lay it out around me so that I can sit. Trying not to
pull my chains.
    The chain is only about 6 feet
long. So it gives me a little moving room, but not much. The fact that I have 2
chains on the same leg is really weighing down my one limb. It’s starting to
hurt already. I decide to lay down and try to get some sleep. I have no idea
how long Red is going to keep me here. I haven’t eaten since early this
morning, and between the pain and the hunger I need something to distract me. 
    The man comes back moments later,
he has a video camera. He advises me not to speak, he does all the talking. He
tells Dean that he has a week to make contact with his agreement to the demand
for the money and the man. He tells him that if he doesn’t not follow through,
they will not hesitate to kill me. The man with the camera still in hand walks
up to me and kisses me roughly on the lips, aiming the camera so that Dean will
see what he has done. I yank myself away from his grasp. The man turns the
camera off, and crosses the basement. Laughing at my reaction.
    I lay back down, wiping my mouth
with the back of hand. I fall asleep quickly and I don’t wake up until I feel
someone kicking my foot.

Chapter10
    I slowly open my eyes, whoever is
kicking me isn’t trying to hurt me, but is rather trying to get my attention.
    I look up and notice a fairly good
man standing over me.