"He sent this guy?" A muffled voice asked. The boys were outside talking about something. I think they were talking about the guy who was supposed to come and the guy that was showing up. It doesn't make a difference to me, but it seemed important to them.

"He said that something came up and that he needs confirmation."

"Confirmation of what?"

"How the hell should I know?" The voices once again overlapped each other, drowning into a low hum of angry buzzes. I just stared at the door, waiting for someone to walk through it. I don't care if it's the boys or whoever they warned me about. I just need the social interaction. This distance between everyone around here was slowly killing me. Well, that and the lack of food and sunlight. It was obvious when the boys stopped talking. All the background noise faded to nothing. Then there was a gruff voice, one that was new. I didn't recognize it's harsh tone, but something about the voice's lilt was familiar. My ears strained for some other clue.

"I'm going in. Stay out here, you four." And just like that, the door swung open and a man entered. My eyes were once again straining against the darkness because when the boys left, they had had to turn off the lights to make it seem like there hadn't been any interaction between us all.

"Who are y-" I began to ask into the void that lay spread out before me. I didn't know that he had gotten so close or that he had even moved after he had shut the door behind him. It wasn't until his hand smacked against my cheek that I realized it. The slap stung like a bitch and I could feel the redness of the mark spreading to encompass the entire left side of my face.

"Don't speak unless spoken to." He snarled, spit spritzing my skin. My eyes widened in shock. I tried to form a sentence, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate.

"Do you know why you're here?" I stayed silent. Another slap came, this time to my right side. Only this one hurt even worse. I felt tears blur my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I would not cry over this. "Answer me." He growled.

"N-no." I stammered, too afraid of the man to not do what he said.

"Do you know who I am?"

"N-no."

"Would you like to?" I thought about his question. It was a strange thing to ask, not that he was actually asking. It's not like I really had a choice in the manner.

"Yes." I whispered, barely letting the word slip out. But now it was said and all I could do was wait for his reaction.

"But you already know me." He cackled, not bothering to let me in on the joke. I grew frustrated, anger clouding my thoughts.

"No I don't."

"Oh, I assure you, you do." I shivered at the double meaning behind his words. He spoke the truth, that much I could tell. The question was his identity.

"No I don't. No one I know would do this." I don't know where my bravery came from, but that was the only thing that got me to speak.

"Sooner or later, you'll learn that people are never who they seem to be, sweetheart." He stated, as if I would actually listen to this guy. I went to reply, but he beat me to it. "Do you know why I'm here?"

"No." Actually, I did. It was to get confirmation.

"I'm here to confirm that you're here. That you're suffering. That you're begging to be set free. Are you begging yet, sweetheart?" I cringed at the tone his voice carried. He was mocking me for the power he held. Fingers trembling, I looked up to find his face in the dark.

"I'll never beg to someone like you." I growled, unaware of the courage that swelled within my chest.

"You have fight in you. I like that. Too bad you aren't mine." He whispered in my ear. Jerking away, I tried to find him, but he laughed, footsteps echoing on the cement floor. My mind reeled at his word choice. I'm not his? That must mean he's not the kidnapper...then who is? Names flowed through my head like cars on a speedway, but none of them stood out to me. I brought myself back to the present.

"Maybe he wouldn't mind if I had some fun." He mumbled. "You wouldn't mind, would you? In fact, I'm sure you'd love it. You'd be begging for more." His fingers played with the straps of my tank top, fiddling with them and tugging at them. His breath was on my cold cheek. "Maybe just a bit of fun." He stated, finally grasping my strap and yanking it off my shoulder. He hummed as his calloused hands rubbed the smooth skin by my neck. I shivered, not a good shiver either, as goosebumps formed on my arms. This wasn't from a good thing. I was scared. More than scared actually. Petrified.

Dear God, let one of the boys walk in. Please, please, please. I continued to pray, even as voices were heard outside the door. I looked toward the door, barely noticing the man's hands freeze on my arm. The voices got louder and louder and louder until finally the door slammed open, some boy walking in. I could see the four boys peeking their heads around the edges of the door frame, trying to catch of glimpse of what was happening. Light flooded the room, allowing me to see the people occupying my room.

"Damn it" I heard someone mutter.

I made eye contact with the boys, slowly looking at each other, letting them all know silently that I was okay. My eyes made their way to the newest addition, a boy with curly hair on top of his head. Really curly hair. I walked as he headed my way, eyes focused on the man beside me. That was when I finally looked at the man above me. My jaw dropped. It couldn't be him. I matched the brown hair and the brown eyes with the picture I had in my head. I never even thought that it would be him. Never in my life. All this time and not once did I think of him. His head angled toward me, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. The spark in his eyes held a malevolent glint, one I'd never seen present before. Something made me wonder how all this was even possible. My voice finally returned to me.

"Mr. Carter?"

***

Currently at the Police Department:

"So you have the kidnapping case right?" A short, pudgy police officer asked, while seated at his desk twiddling his thumbs.

"Yeah, why?" The other replied. He was blonde and tall.

"Well, you got anything on that yet?" The stout one asked, his mustache moving like a caterpillar as he spoke.

"Nah, nothing. What do you think?" The blonde one answered.

"To be honest, Steve. I think she ran away. Teenagers do it all the time."

Steve looked over at his partner. "I don't know. You sure?"

"Positive. I bet you she'll turn it up in about a week. All on her own." Steve looked at the floor. "What's bugging ya?"

"Just this girl. It's the best friend of the missing girl. She keeps asking questions that I don't have answers to." Steve looked at his partner again, this time to see him chuckling.

"She'll get bored eventually. Don't worry about it." Steve nodded in agreement. "Hey."

"Yeah, Paul?"

"Pass me the donuts."

Notes

Ahh sorry this took me so long! I had two volleyball games this week.
We're undefeated!!!
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it. The police officer part is just to show that Callie is the only one really concerned with finding Jasmyne lol. Plus i thought it was funny! :) Anyway!

Why do you think Mr. Carter is there???

Let me know what you think with comments!!! PLEASE! lol I just love hearing what you all think <3