She knelt on the entranceway rug, naked. Her task was to wait for his return, however long it took. The air in the room swept lazily along the basement's cement walls before sweeping across her naked skin. It chilled her, rose the goosebumps across her breasts and forearms, but she dared not to put anything on. He didn't like finding her clothed.

How many months had it been since he brought her here? She tried to recall it, but everything was a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still there from when he grabbed her in that subway station and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. Still there, but distant, and now mixed with something more. A certain thrill invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she'd never met before and yet seemed to know her every secret and desire.