Evan came back to reality.  He was surprised that he remembered that night they grabbed her off the street so vividly.    The days and times in his mind were foggy since he acquired his new roommate.    

Her look of fear sent an unexpected excitement through him.  He realized he was still naked and suddenly wanted an immediate sexual release.   He reached for her underwear as spittle formed around the corners of his mouth. 

The moans coming from his throat made her slowly start backing away from him.   She spat in his face and turned her head away.  

His hollow eyes terrified her. 

Looking over her body, he surveyed the work he had done to her already.  Her left shoulder was swollen and badly bruised.  She had a hard time lifting it.   

Evan eyes move up to the many different instruments he recently acquired from several hardware stores, hanging off hooks from the ceiling of his bedroom.  The strap he used to whip her was still moving at a slow, swinging motion. 

His head had hit it when he went to calm her. 

He grabbed her and forced her facedown on the mattress.  Enraged with sexual excitement he entered her from behind.  His 6'2 190 girth held her body in place and she struggled against him.  Evan pressed his mouth against hers and ripped away her underwear.  

She was completely naked now, and too weak to fight him off.  Angela thought about her father and why wasn't he there to save her from this monster.....this monster who would kill her when the time was right.   

And the sounds heard inside the room was her whimpering, his heavy breathing, and the chains that held her.  They rocked and danced in sexual frenzy.  Evan's forearm wrapped tightly around her neck, his violent thrusts causing pleasure and pain.  Her neck bent backwards beyond a normal position. 

Fresh, salty tears from her strained eyes ran down his arm.   There was no mercy. 

He held her for his climax and with his left hand twisted her left nipple as the sensations swept through him.  His weight came down heavy upon her.  She felt his grip tightened around her neck again.  Evan leaned over and whispered in her ear before getting up from the mattress that was now stained with them. 

“It’s not my fault young lady.  The devil made me do it.” 

He walked over to the nightstand and lifted up the bottle of vodka.  It was still a half of a fifth left.  Evan took a long, hard swallow.  He sat back down beside her and turned her head.  She opened her eyes and the tears just came.  He removed the gag and held the bottle up to her mouth. 

“You’re going to need this, Angela.  Do you mind if I call you that?”   She looked at him and wondered when death was going to be the final act.   

Her voice was hoarse and hurt like hell.   “Was that really him?  Lucifer?  Or did I dream all of that?”  

Evan looked at her without answering and tilted the bottle to her mouth.  She took a long, hard swallow.  It helped her numb the pain.  The alcohol felt like fire in her throat and she coughed in agonizing pain.  Her eyes pleaded with him.  

Evan went back to the nightstand and put the bottle down.  He went into his bathroom and when he came out, he pushed the bedpan she used up under her. He reached up under the mattress she laid on and his hand found the muzzle.    

“Please, she said.   I beg you…..please.”    Her lips quivered.  “The pain, I….I cannot stand it anymore.  Pleeeeeease.” 

The smell of urine and sex was strong in the air.  Most of it ended up on the mattress.   Her weak body shivered as she reached her hand out to him in a desperate attempt to persuade him.   He pushed it away.  He tried to hold her head steady and she resisted.  The chains that held her creeped him out.  The sounds made his sleep uneasy. 

He grabbed her face and looked deep into her eyes.  When he was satisfied by her fear, Evan placed the muzzle back over her mouth and went back to his computer screen.   

David Parker Ray’s picture looked back at him with a blank stare.  Those piercing eyes held no remorse for the unspeakable acts that he had committed.   Evan was studying his bio. 

He was learning to become him.  

The sound of Ray’s voice slowly crept from the speakers. 

“Hello there, bitch. Are you comfortable right now? I doubt it. Wrists and ankles chained. Gagged. You are disoriented and scared, too, I would imagine. Perfectly normal, under the circumstances. For a little while, at least, you need to get your **** together and listen to this tape. It is very relevant to your situation. I’m going to tell you, in detail, why you have been kidnapped, what’s going to happen to you and how long you’ll be here....and you might as well start gettin’ used to it, because you’re gonna be kept here and used until such time as we get tired of ****’ around with you . And we will, eventually.”    

He stood up, reaching for a pair of pliers as Ray's voice echoed, coming to life in the room.  In his toy box.  Evan's hands shook from the anticipation of causing her more pain as he pulled the instrument of torture off the hook.  

To pull, stretch....pinch.  

When she saw him walking back towards her, she closed her eyes and forced her world to go black.