She had to get out of this place, this hell. He was not going to let her go though, but days were melting together, and her insides were turning inside out, the stench of this man only grew stronger, she couldn't even begin to describe it, it was something different than she had ever seen, and she was an FBI profiler. She was a respected member of the BAU and a wife, a Mother, and a daughter, someone was looking for her, but she knew if they got to close this man would have no problem killing them.
Killing was a game to him a sick game, but she was beginning to think he took more pleasure in making his victims wait, torturing them!
Right now she was not the profiler, she was the victim, a victim of a mad man, who would continue torturing her, forcing her to do things, that even the thought of made her sick.
She wanted to get back home and put this whole living nightmare behind her, but of course she could not. Even if she escaped this, the memories of what happened here would haunt her for a long time to come.
She couldn't focus on that though, she had to focus on her two kids and her husband, who were worried sick about her. And of course they had good reason.
To Be Continued