It was pitch black when she woke, her eyes searching the surrounding darkness for any sign of movement. She was dressed in the red dress again, the silky material smooth against her bare skin. She shivered just thinking about how he must have undressed her, his eyes roving over her bare body. Swallowing her fear, she sat up and squinted into the unknown, but it was impossible to see anything. The cold stone floor felt damp beneath her bare feet.
"You are a fetching creature," a man's raspy voice came through the darkness, "and you smell," he inhaled, "divine."
Desperately cringing against the wall behind her, Erin expected that at any second, hands would grab her from the darkness, dragging her kicking and screaming into something terrifying and beyond her control.
"Don't worry, there are bars to separate us. He wouldn't want your life at risk until he's finished with you."
Shuddering, she pulled her feet up and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"You're cold," he paused, "Reach directly to your left. He at least left a blanket."
Erin felt around beside her until her fingers sank into the plush material. She pulled it around her bare arms. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. How could this guy see anything?
"Who are you?" she asked softly, her voice quivering.
"Everyone asks that question," he responded. "Why does the human mind waste time considering such irrelevant information?"
"You're not the first to occupy that cell," he answered wryly. "And I'm doubting you're the last."
The panic came again and she fought back the tears.