Part I

I lied on my side on the bed for a good four hours, thinking about my situation. It didn't do me any good - I knew there were no answers - but my mind was still racing. I tried to block it all out, but it was useless.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought about the cameras. I thought about the bright fluorescent lights and how they illuminated every inch of my body. Now matter which way I turned, he could still see me, every part of me. I hugged myself tighter and closed my eyes.

I thought about his face and the expression he had when he had been watching me. He was enjoying it in more ways than one.

There were no covers on the bed, nothing to cover myself with. The clothes I had on were practically useless.

Sleep finally came after the fear ceased to subdue my tiredness.

For a good long while, this pattern continued. I would wake up, lie awake for hours thinking, and then fall asleep again. I wasn't sure what was worse, the anxiety, the boredom or eventually, the hunger.

Any and all sense of time that I had had was all but gone at that point. I wasn't sure of how long I was awake, how long I was asleep, or even whether it was day or night. All I knew was that time didn't matter. I was still trapped in this room under these cameras.

. . .

"Hello Carol." I was awoken by the man's voice over the microphone. I didn't respond.

"Are you hungry, Carol?" He continued.

"Y...yes..."

"Do you want me to give you food?"

"Yes..."

"What are you willing to do for food at this point?"

"I... I don't know..."

The man didn't respond after that for a while. I kept expecting him to come down here, but after a while, I knew that wasn't the case.

Hours passed and I had fallen asleep again, only to be awoken for a second time by the man over the microphone.

"Hello Carol."

I didn't respond.

"Are you hungry?"

"Y...yes. I already said I was hungry..."

"What are you willing to do for food?"

"You already asked me this..."

"Are you willing to do anything for food at this point, Carol?"

"M...maybe..."

Again, he didn't respond for what seemed like hours and for a third time, I had fallen asleep. Sleep, it seemed, was the only thing that could put my anxious, bored, hungry mind at rest.

"Hello Carol." And for a third time, I was awoken by the man's voice but this time, it seemed closer. I opened my eyes and found the man standing at the left side of the bed.

I sat straight up and looked at him.

"I didn't tell you to sit up, Carol." His voice was cold, but calm. "Lie back down."

I hesitated and stared him down.

The man climbed on top of me and forced my shoulders back onto the bed. I tried to push and struggle against him, but this was useless. Not only was he stronger than me by far, but I was weak from hunger. After a short while, I lied still, rolled my head to the side, and stared at the wall.

"Carol, look at me." He ordered, but I didn't comply. I couldn't bring myself to look at this man.

The man turned my face towards him and slapped me hard. "When I tell you to do something, it's not a request. It's an order, Carol, I expect you to follow it. Do you understand that?"

When I didn't respond, he slapped me again. "Answer me."

"Y...yes... I understand. Just... don't hurt me..." I was so weak from hunger that my voice was barely above a whisper.

"Understand this, Carol. You don't have a decision in what I do to you. You're locked in this room and I'm far stronger than you. If hurting you is what I want to do, then hurting you is what I'll do." He slid his hand up to my neck for emphasis.

He tightened his grip a little on my neck and then continued. "And if hurting you is what I have to do because you're not cooperating with me, then that is also what I will do."

He smiled as I tried in vain to pull his hand away from my neck and tightened his grip again.

I released his wrist from my hands lied there limply and he climbed off on me and stood back beside the bed.

"Now Carol, are you hungry?"

"Y...yes."

"Would you like me to give you food?"

"Yes..."

"What are you willing to do for food at this point?"

"Anything."