Kira's stomach rumbled loudly as she sat still on the bed, her wrists and ankles still bound in their silver chains.
It had been three whole days since Brian had dragged her to this unknown hideout, and for three days she had refused to eat a single thing he set in front of her, and refused to speak a single word to his punchable face.
The latest meal he had left for her sat going cold on a small stool near her feet, untouched.
She still could not work out where he had taken her. She had no idea if there were other people somewhere in this building, neighbours, a town, anyone at all who might hear her if she screamed.
So far, there had only been Brian, and one older woman who came in now and then to bring her a change of clothes and walk her to the bathroom.
At least, Kira thought bitterly, the bastard had the decency to give her privacy for that much, which was about the only nice thing she could say about this entire kidnapping experience.
