“Raina,” a voice spoke. It had to be him. He hadn’t spoken earlier but the voice had to be his. It was a calm, hypnotic sound, but the story he conveyed wasn’t calm at all. She willed herself to move, trying to cover her ears, but nothing would respond. She just lay in the dark. Her mind was clouded with the voice that slowly, methodically, whispered to her the terrifying tale of a child. What made it worse was that she seemed to know what he was going to say before he said it at times. She felt herself drenched in sweat, because a cool breeze chilled her. This narrative had to stop sometime; he couldn’t speak forever.
Raina jolted. She had dozed, but some of the cloudy dreams lingered. That same face was there; his voice had continued speaking, the terrifying pictures he’d painted with his hypnotic rhythm haunting her sleep. She threw her hands to her ears as a scream pierced the unsettling music. After a moment she recognized the sounds to be Halloween sound effects, but she still shuddered.
At that moment she realized she’d moved. She sat, but even in the dark, she knew the room was spinning. Raina reached out, and found a wall behind the head of the bed, and pulled herself up. Standing still for a long time, she regained some semblance of balance. “I will not fall,” she heard herself say in a rough, hoarse, dry voice.
She felt a door not far away that opened into another room. The light switch didn’t work, but she groped around and discovered that it was a bathroom. Raina drank greedily from the sink faucet, and then relieved herself. She continued her examination of the room in the dark, but found nothing else. Just the door he'd entered and left from.
When she made it back to the bathroom, Raina backtracked. The bed was gone. She found the corner where the bed had been, but it was gone. There was nothing in the room now, just her. Raina moved into the corner trembling. She stood until her feet hurt and then slid down the wall.
She wished the grating music would stop. The sporadic screams and sounds were overwhelming her. What time was it, how long had she been here? She was huddled in a tight ball, her head on her knees. She was crying and she couldn’t believe it, Raina Devear, crying. Raina Devear, afraid. This couldn’t be.
The paralyzing music stopped and after a moment she realized that the silence was deafeningly worse. The pounding of her heart and the sound of her breathing threatened to overwhelm her.
Raina started speaking. She knew she was babbling but it didn’t matter, she had to hear something, “Who are you?” she waited as if for a response. “Why am I here?” Raina looked around in the dark. “I’m really not very important. I can’t think why you would want me here.”
“You are very important,” came the silky, desire filled voice, it was next to her. He was in the room with her. She hadn’t heard him enter. Raina threw her arms out in terror only to come into contact with him. He took her hands in his. Raina couldn’t breathe. She gasped and then breath came again. “You are very important to me. I have always wanted you.” He let go of her hands and abruptly was gone. “Wait, let me out.” She searched the room on her hands and knees; no one was there. Raina waited and then tried to sleep, curled in a tight ball in the corner of the empty room. She couldn’t sleep, she was too afraid. Any sound startled her and she would bolt up, wary. Finally exhausted, she closed her eyes and drifted. Her awareness returned at being taken to a cold metallic room to be questioned.
Raina shook herself. She watched the man holding the file, he was speaking.
“Good! I’ll be seeing you at dinner in an hour and a half. We dress for dinner here. Shower and clothe yourself in what is laid out.” He turned and strode from the room, leaving her struggling to catch her breath.
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