me out of here!!"
"Please relax my dear." It was a calm, soothing female voice and Veronica thought it sounded similar to the nurse when she last woke. "We cannot let you out. You are here for a purpose."
"A purpose? You've chained me like a dog for a reason??" Just please let me go. I don't know why I'm here. I don't even know where I am. I just want to go home. There will be people looking for me you know." She pleaded.
The voice laughed.
"No one will be looking for you, Veronica. That's one of the reasons you were chosen. No one will notice you're gone."
She was quiet. She knew the voice was right and she hated it for that.
"Why? Why did you take me?" She sat on the cot and began crying with her face in her hands.
The sound of a loud buzzer filled the air and she heard the clank of heavy locks pull back from the door. She looked as the door opened expecting to see whoever had the female voice, instead it was Drew.
She leapt to her feet and ran to attack him, forgetting she was chained to the floor. The collar yanked her back, taking her off balance, and she fell to the cold, stone floor.
"I never expected so much spunk from you Veronica." Drew laughed as he entered the room and sat on the cot. "Now stop acting like a child and sit with me. I'll explain why you're here."
She seethed with anger but knew she didn't have a choice. She got up, fixed the hospital gown she was wearing to cover herself and sat on the other end of the cot.
"How could you? I trusted you." She shot daggers at him with her eyes.
"Yes, yes. Trust. Well I was just doing my job. No need for hostility." He crossed his legs and smiled at her.
He was a very handsome man with his black hair and smiled-creased face. Veronica found it disarming and hated him even more for it.
"Just tell me why you did this. Why am I chained in a cell like an animal?!" She reached out and slapped him hard across his face. He grabbed her arm and pulled back his other hand ready to slap her back.
"No." A strong male voice spoke over the speaker. "You will not touch her." The voice was deep and had a thick Greek accent.
"Sir, I was wrong. Everything indicated she would be submissive, but she is fighting," Drew said.
"I see what you don't. She is perfect. Bring her to me."
"Yes sir." Drew let go of Veronica's arm and glared at her. "You're one lucky girl."
Using a special key, he unlocked the chain from the floor. Still holding the chain he motioned to Veronica to follow.
She got up from the cot dazed and confused. She couldn't help attacking Drew but now she wondered whose voice that was and what he planned to do with her. She immediately thought it was a sexy voice and wondered if that was just because he rescued her from Drew.
She followed Drew into a bleak hallway. He held her chain as if he was walking a dog. She walked in silence, her bare feet feeling the chill of the stone floor. She listened to the clicking of Drew's dress shoes as he walked. She felt ice move through her veins as fear gripped her, not knowing where she was or what to expect next.
They reached a large, metal security door at the end of the hall and Drew entered a series of numbers into the keypad on the wall. She heard the locks release from the door and then heard the smooth air sound of the pneumatic pumps that opened the door.
On the other side of the door was another world. The dull, dark prison-like setting was gone. Veronica felt the smoothness of ceramic tile under her feet and could smell the salty sea air. An older woman stood up from a desk. She wore a bright white knee length skirt and a buttoned down white cotton shirt. Her clothing were crisply starched and not a hair of her tightly pulled, silver-haired bun was out of place. She smiled at Veronica then looked at Drew.
"He wants to see her." Drew said before dropping the chain onto the ground then looking at Veronica. "You'll be back, I'm sure of it." He said to
"Please relax my dear." It was a calm, soothing female voice and Veronica thought it sounded similar to the nurse when she last woke. "We cannot let you out. You are here for a purpose."
"A purpose? You've chained me like a dog for a reason??" Just please let me go. I don't know why I'm here. I don't even know where I am. I just want to go home. There will be people looking for me you know." She pleaded.
The voice laughed.
"No one will be looking for you, Veronica. That's one of the reasons you were chosen. No one will notice you're gone."
She was quiet. She knew the voice was right and she hated it for that.
"Why? Why did you take me?" She sat on the cot and began crying with her face in her hands.
The sound of a loud buzzer filled the air and she heard the clank of heavy locks pull back from the door. She looked as the door opened expecting to see whoever had the female voice, instead it was Drew.
She leapt to her feet and ran to attack him, forgetting she was chained to the floor. The collar yanked her back, taking her off balance, and she fell to the cold, stone floor.
"I never expected so much spunk from you Veronica." Drew laughed as he entered the room and sat on the cot. "Now stop acting like a child and sit with me. I'll explain why you're here."
She seethed with anger but knew she didn't have a choice. She got up, fixed the hospital gown she was wearing to cover herself and sat on the other end of the cot.
"How could you? I trusted you." She shot daggers at him with her eyes.
"Yes, yes. Trust. Well I was just doing my job. No need for hostility." He crossed his legs and smiled at her.
He was a very handsome man with his black hair and smiled-creased face. Veronica found it disarming and hated him even more for it.
"Just tell me why you did this. Why am I chained in a cell like an animal?!" She reached out and slapped him hard across his face. He grabbed her arm and pulled back his other hand ready to slap her back.
"No." A strong male voice spoke over the speaker. "You will not touch her." The voice was deep and had a thick Greek accent.
"Sir, I was wrong. Everything indicated she would be submissive, but she is fighting," Drew said.
"I see what you don't. She is perfect. Bring her to me."
"Yes sir." Drew let go of Veronica's arm and glared at her. "You're one lucky girl."
Using a special key, he unlocked the chain from the floor. Still holding the chain he motioned to Veronica to follow.
She got up from the cot dazed and confused. She couldn't help attacking Drew but now she wondered whose voice that was and what he planned to do with her. She immediately thought it was a sexy voice and wondered if that was just because he rescued her from Drew.
She followed Drew into a bleak hallway. He held her chain as if he was walking a dog. She walked in silence, her bare feet feeling the chill of the stone floor. She listened to the clicking of Drew's dress shoes as he walked. She felt ice move through her veins as fear gripped her, not knowing where she was or what to expect next.
They reached a large, metal security door at the end of the hall and Drew entered a series of numbers into the keypad on the wall. She heard the locks release from the door and then heard the smooth air sound of the pneumatic pumps that opened the door.
On the other side of the door was another world. The dull, dark prison-like setting was gone. Veronica felt the smoothness of ceramic tile under her feet and could smell the salty sea air. An older woman stood up from a desk. She wore a bright white knee length skirt and a buttoned down white cotton shirt. Her clothing were crisply starched and not a hair of her tightly pulled, silver-haired bun was out of place. She smiled at Veronica then looked at Drew.
"He wants to see her." Drew said before dropping the chain onto the ground then looking at Veronica. "You'll be back, I'm sure of it." He said to
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