The Day We Met : Part II - Female Perspective

I waited until you went upstairs before I opened my eyes. The room you decided to keep me in was dim and quite intelligently laid out. When we arrived, you laid me on what I assumed to be a mattress. You wrapped a heavy chain around me like a harness and locked it to another chain around a pole in the middle of the room. The chain around the pole was loose enough to allow me to walk around the room without being able to go up the stairs or escape. Once the chains were secured, you sat with me for a while, sweeping my hair out of my face like a loving mother.

When you left me alone, I was able to get my bearings and check out your kidnapper's den. To my left, there was a metal wash tub one can find at a farm supply store and a portable toilet. To my right, there was a table with two chairs. I suppose you expected me to eat with you. Farther than I could reach was a small kitchenette filled with who knows what. I turned to look at my floor mattress and saw a large bookshelf filled with paperback books. Funny enough, they were all thrillers; what a sense of humor you have.

About half an hour later, I began smelling the scent of food cooking. You should be coming down the stairs with food soon. Judging by the smell, whatever it was, you were almost done with it. I needed to devise a plan before you came down with the gruel.

Once my plan was fully formed and I had all the props I needed to execute it, I waited to hear your footsteps approaching the stairs. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I listened to your boots on the steps. I counted the steps while creating my plan, so I knew when you would be able to see me. On the thirteenth step, I heard a gasp and a crash. You dropped the food and came running over to me. My back was to you, and I was laying on the floor mattress. You turned me over, saw the blood on the sheets and my clothes, and traced it back to my wrists. Your panic made you overlook the obvious inconsistencies, which led to your ultimate downfall. It wasn't blood. I smuggled a red-brown marker inside me and mixed it with a bit of water to make it look very bloody.

You turned away from me and held your head in your hands, frustrated that you lost another one. I quietly grabbed the table leg I had unscrewed and swung as hard as possible. As it made contact with your head, it made the most satisfying crack sound. You immediately slumped to the ground, clearly unconscious. I took advantage of your immobile body and snagged the keys from your belt loop.

Once unlocking my chain harness, I slipped it off and secured it to you similarly. I picked up your legs, dragged you over to the floor mattress, and lovingly swept the hair from your face.

I looked around at the scene and found the food you dropped on the floor—fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn; my favorite. I saved as much of the meal as I could, propped myself up on the kitchenette counter, and ate the excellent cuisine like a kid with no utensils. You must think I'm a barbarian. That's ok; we'll fix that.

A few moments later, you began to stir in the sheets. You rubbed your head and questioned what had happened. The most beautiful thing in the world was the "Oh shit" look on your face when you realized what I had done.

"Good morning, sleepy head. By the way, you are an excellent cook. How did you know this was my favorite meal?" I asked, still stuffing my face with mashed potatoes while sitting on the counter.

"I-I-I didn't, but it was what I was in the mood for," you replied, still nursing your head.

"Yeah, you'll probably have quite a headache for a while. I hit ya pretty hard."

"But ho-"

"Shh, you're going to want to rest. I'll tell you everything in a couple of hours."

You said no more; you just laid down and closed your eyes. I took that opportunity to look upstairs, secure the basement door and see if there were any other escape routes that only you would know. Luckily there were no windows down there, and I never found any escape routes. However, I did find a hasp and a lock in the shed in the backyard. Being the self-sufficient woman I am, I installed it. I looked through my new home and claimed all its treasures for myself.

I changed the sheets on the bed and hung up new towels in the bathroom. I don't want your germs all over me in my new home. Once I cleaned up, I returned to see if you had recovered yet.

As I reached the last step, I heard, "So, what's your plan?" you asked.

With a smile, I danced around like Vana White and replied, "This."

You looked confused, so I volunteered more.

"You see, my dear… Oh shit, I don't even know your name. No matter. I don't need to know it. I went out to find a predator. I've studied them for years while earning my master's degree in psychology. I know their tricks and hunting grounds. I immersed myself in the mind of people who compulsively hurt others. When I saw you on the street, I thought maybe you were like that. When you walked into the bar after me, I knew you were the one. I waited and waited for you to approach me, but you never did. Only when I paid a guy to get physical with me did you take action. That's when I knew what kind of crazy you were, the protector. I had your weaknesses pinpointed from that moment on. But when you decided to walk away, it was obvious you were trying to win my trust, so I gave it to you."

Right there, the look on your face was that of regret. You wish you could take back everything you did that night. But luckily for me, you couldn't.

"When you took a few seconds too long to unlock and open my door, I knew you would drug me somehow. I took a shot in the dark and guessed chloroform, and held my breath for a full fucking minute. I know it doesn't seem like that long, but I have been practicing. It is hard not to panic while practicing something like that. When I went limp… by the way, you should have known that was a bit too quick to pass out. I didn't want to hold my breath for that long. You pulled the rag away, and I let the chemical on my upper lip evaporate before I took a subtle breath. I pretended to be unconscious until you went upstairs to cook this delicious meal. Bravo. And here we are."

You sat there in disbelief, then said, "Wow, I knew you were special when I first saw you. And I apologize for underestimating you." I took a bow, proud of my accomplishments.

"So, what will you do with me?" you asked.

"I'm so glad you asked. You are going to be my little pet," I said while scruffing up his hair. "I will feed and take care of you, but you will stay down here just like the other girls you abducted did before you. You will never see the light of day, only this dim, dank, and frankly, smelly basement while I lavish in comfort upstairs."

You smiled. "Then I have accomplished what I set out to do. Keep you safe in my home."

I smiled back, "That's sweet. You are a very caring psychopath. But my mission is more important. I am guarding the world from you. Women everywhere are safe while I keep the monster caged. Such a great day it was, the day we met. Don't ya think?"