When Meisa awoke abruptly sitting up from her supine position, the tidy room she found herself in was bright. The walls were painted white. The hardwood floor polished. In contrast to the last thing that she remembered before succumbing to her fatigue, the room was warm. The wool blanket covering her still naked form had fallen from her body. She inspected her body looking for any open wounds. Checking her arms, her breasts, her stomach, she noticed that although her skin was still inflamed, each welt had some kind of topical ointment placed upon them. Her skin was sensitive to touch.
She noticed as she removed the blanket from the rest of her body that the man had tucked her in but had done so in a way that kept the fabric relatively loose against her flesh. The same treatment of ointment continued down the length of her slender legs. "So, my captor wanted to inflict pain but not injure me, it seems. My life wasn't endangered. This was methodical."
Having ensured that she wasn't seriously injured, she took in more of the room. The 12 by 16 room held little outside of a bed and nightstand. Two potential exits that she'd need to verify courses of action. On the nightstand, a paper cup half-filled with water and two half red, half white pills awaited her with a scrap of paper saying, "Take the Tylenol if in pain. The liquid is water."
Not trusting her captor, Meisa decided to forego the anti-inflammatory. Instead, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. Not cold. She stood and turned to inspect the bed. No headboard or footboard, placed in the corner. White flat sheet on a twin-size mattress with military corners, a drab grey woolen blanket. No restraints attached or built into the bed.
Slowly, not trusting if or when her captor might return, she walked to the door situated at 9 o'clock. Carefully, she turned the doorknob and pulled inward. As the light from within the room illuminated the adjoining room, a single article of clothing appeared in this otherwise barren closet. A note attached to the yellow sundress read, "If you are feeling modest." She'd almost forgot she was naked. Had she even looked to see if this pervert had placed cameras in this room?
She swiftly donned the dress not even thinking how he might have tampered with it and walked to the remaining potential exit. Again, Meisa slowly and carefully tried to turn the knob, half expecting it to be locked or barred. It was neither. Ahead of her lie a corridor with 3 doors. "This doesn't make sense," she whispered to herself. "The Pervert is meticulous. This is- "
"Haphazard? Or how about half-assed?" a voice mused coming into the hallway from the nearest door.
Meisa instantly recognized the voice as that of her captor. More importantly without the painful stimuli from the earlier encounter clouding her ability to think, she knew exactly who was speaking and whom should be coming toward her now. "E-Eni-shi?"
