Chapter 2

He let her wake up on her own. She looked around, and it was clear Nancy was panicking, knocking on the doors, eventually yelling for help before he flipped the TV switch on from his end.

"Hello Nancy, I see you've woken up." he started, a little nervous. Nancy stared at the screen for a moment, trying to remember where she recognized the face and voice from.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing? Do you know how much trouble you're going to be in, you sic-" but he cut her off.

'No trouble at all. I went through a lot of work to plan this out. Your husband is off for at least 6 months, on that drilling station. I understand he's actually in charge of it now. And I know you and your parents haven't spoken for years. Your friends are few and far between, and since you live off your husband and don't work, no worries there either." he said, calm now, seeing he had shaken her.

Before she could say anything else, he went on "I just wanted you to know. To know that it was me who was doing this to you. We won't be speaking again for a while." and with that, Dean flipped off the camera from his end, and left her there.

Nancy spent a good half hour banging against the two doors, trying to push the table, pleasing to be let go, that she was sorry, but it fell on deaf ears. She curled up on the bed, crying softly, when she first heared the sliding noise. She looked over to the table, the top had slid down the side, and there waiting for her was a meal, if you could call it that. It was McDonalds. six or seven burgers, a couple of fries, and soft drinks. "Well, at least he isn't going to starve me to death." she thought, and she was rather hungry, not knowing how long she had been unconscious for. She stopped, wondering if he was trying to poison her, but figured if he had wanted to, he could have done it already, and she'd need to keep her strength up to get out of here so she ate.

And, she was right, he did poison her in a way. She didn't know it, but the food had been laced with an agent that would make her hungry. Oh, not enough that she'd notice it as anything bizarre, at first, but as he upped the dosage, even the most strong willed person would give in. A few hours after her first meal, she knew she needed to use the bathroom. This was when the first, the larger of the two doors opened, letting her into a small heavily padded room with a shower, a fixture far above what she could reach in the dead center of the room, a small drain in the floor and in the corner, a small section that looked as if it could sink into the ground, with a roll of toilet paper next to it. As soon as she entered, the lights switched on. Holding it in was not an option, and thankfully she

only had to pee right now. Looking around, trying to spot any cameras (and there were), Nancy lower her shorts, and patnies, standing above the drain and let loose.

Her piss splattered against the the small drain, carefully managing not to splash her legs somehow, and using some of the toilet paper to wipe up, before pulling her clothes back on.

Once she exited the room, and was far away enough from the door, it slid shut. The TV came on, showing the usual fare of evening shows. Nancy thought about what he could be trying to do, obviously he was sick, and she was sure he was going to try and rape her. But for now, all she could do was eat, use the bathroom, and hope the TV came on to save her from boredom.