The story so far:
As her consciousness crept back she registered the presence of someone sitting close by and tried to decide if she were still dreaming. “Oh no, God help me.” She whispered. She lay on a mattress in a dimly lit room. Her shoes and socks were missing but everything else was intact. Her captor sat at the foot of the mattress still wearing his blue jogging suit. He had a nervous expression and sat akwardly as if he didn't know what to do. The man was thin and wore glasses with round wire rims. His brown hair was soft and he was beginning to go bald. The girl guessed he must be in his mid forties. He looked at her with a strange mix of compassion, guilt, and anxiety. The girl struggled to sit up, her head spinning. The two sat looking at each other, speechless. He was the first to break the silence. "Are you...um... have you ever...uh..." The man ran his fingers through his hair and then rubbed his face with both hands. He stared at her and in frustration finally blurted out, "Are you a **** virgin?" Any other time she would have had a smart **** remark but somehow it just didn't seem funny. She looked at him and wondered just how long she would be holding onto her **** virginity. Her voice cracked as she answered him, "I'm 14. Yes, I'm a virgin." He sighed relief and muttered, "Thank God." "Are you going to rape me?" "No!" He nearly lept off the bed as he said it. "God, no. That's ...well...no. I'm not that kind of monster." He was pacing the room now and shooting glances at his captive. "You're a monster?" She asked with pleading eyes drawing her legs up and resting her head on her knees. "I guess I am. I don't want to be...but, I am. Look, just do as you're told and you'll be fine, alright?" He was looking at her with a fierce expression. "Ok, I'll be good." She promised this weakly as tears began to take over her eyes. "There's a sandwich if you get hungry and water. Don't try to get away. I have a camara and I'll be watching." With that he turned and walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.


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