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He is dressed in dark blue jeans, with a black polo style
t-shirt. His eyes are dark green and I notice that he is muscular, not Dean Muscle,
but very close to it. He’s the biggest man I have seen since I was taken. Which
worries me until I look at him more closely.
    He doesn’t look mean like the other
men all have. In fact, something in his facial features makes me feel like he
is probably not here to hurt me, or scare me.
    “You are Olivia, yes?” he asks
    I slowly nod my head. I know he
looks nicer than the others, but I still remember the rules. I don’t want to be
hit again.
    He crouches down so that he is
nearly sitting on his knees, he reaches his hand out to me to shake “I’m Adam.”
    I hesitate, but eventually I take
his hand. Eyeing him speculatively
    He notices and laughs lightly “I am
Red’s son, Ashley is my sister.”
    I quickly scoot as far back as I
possibly can away from him. The chains rattle against the sudden movement. The
clanking metal is loud and I worry that it will attract attention of other’s
upstairs. I don’t want him near me.
    He notices this and frowns. “No,
you don’t have to be afraid of me. I am here to help you.”
    I still don’t move. I don’t trust
him. Red and Ashley are the only people who have really tried to hurt me to
this point.
    “There are a lot of things you need
to know, none of which I can tell you here.” He pauses and looks towards the
stairs on the other side of the basement. “There is a room upstairs, it’s
barred and it is fitted with a security system so you cannot get out, but I am
going to take you up there. You will have your own bathroom and a comfy bed.”
He moves to begin unbuckling my chains.
    “Why would you want to help me? You
guys hate me.”        
    “ I don’t know you, and I
don’t hate you. I will explain everything to you once you are moved but I can’t
let them know that I am giving you any information. You have to trust me, which
is easier for me to say than for you to do. Just try and find a way to do it.
Go to the new room, do what people ask you to do and I will explain what I
can.”
    I nod. I don’t really know that I
trust him, but I know that being in any room is better than being in this
basement where anything could happen.
    “Are they going to come into my
room?” I don’t ask who I mean specifically, I don’t know who I mean.
    He looks at me “I am going to take
charge of you for Red, so no one should be in that room but me.”
    He is pulling me gently upstairs.
He stops me pulls me so that he can whisper in my ear “the house is bugged, so
do not let on that we are talking. Just do as I say until we get you into the
room.”
    I nod in agreement and his grasp on
my arm tightens as we pass through the hall.
    We walk up the stairs. I notice
that there are not many people here anymore. Before when the stocky man brought
me to the basement there were about 10 people as we passed. All standing
against the wall, all looking scary, all looking like they wanted to see me fried
for a crime I apparently committed.
    This is the first time I notice
that the building has a home like feel to it. If I weren’t being held against
my will, I might feel soothed by the sounds. Someone is playing classical music
softly in one of the rooms below. There is the smell of fresh bread wafting
through the area.5
    . Pictures of family members hang
on the walls. I notice several of Ashley when she was younger, and Adam the man
before me. If I didn’t know any better I would say these were good people. But
I do.
    I do know better.
    Adam leads me down the hall. The
room he is taking me to is all the way at the end. I notice that the door is
not a typical wooden door. Instead it is metal and heavy, almost like a fire
door. There is a code to get in. Adam nods for me to look away while he enters
it, I hear 4 quick beeps and the sound of acceptance as the door unlocks.
    When he pulls me through, I see
there is a large king size