Rylie groaned and began to notice a cold sensation beneath her body. Her head was pounding. Whatever this cold thing was, was also hard and smooth. She scrunched her face, willing her mind to stop reeling and to wake up.
As she began to come to, she realized that cold "thing" felt like a concrete floor. Slowly Rylie opened her eyes and was met with bright lights. She squinted and turned her face away from the light. Slowly she pushed herself up to a sitting position, groaned again and rubbed the side of her head.
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, my love, but it was the only way I could get you here."
Rylie's ears perked up and her heart started pounding. Quickly she staggered to her feet and looked around.
She was in a small-ish, square room. The floor was indeed a hard and cold concrete while the walls appeared to be made of glass. Several flourescent lights on the tall ceiling illuminated the room. As she looked, closer she realized her glass prison appeared to be a room within a much larger room.
"I knew you'd never come here willingly if I asked you nicely."
Rylie yelped, startled again by the loud voice. She looked around for the source and noticed a loudspeaker mounted on the ceiling of her room as well. She continued looking through the glass walls for the mysterious person who was speaking to her.
She could see a myriad of strange instruments and computers in the greater room. One in particular caused her stomach to tighten in fear. It looked like some sort of large ray gun or a horn or something. At its end, it fanned out into a large conical shape and it was pointed at her room.
"You see. You don't yet understand the wonderful gift I am going to give you, my love."
Rylie walked up to the glass and called out, "Wh-who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"You'll find out in due time, Rylie."
"H-h-how do you kn-know my name?" she trembled, ready to cry. The voice did not respond.
Finally a man stepped out from behind a large computer panel and revealed himself. He was somewhat scrawny and not particularly tall--not how Rylie imagined her assailant would look. Over his face, the mysterious kidnapper wore a ski mask to hide his identity.
Rylie began to beg him, "Please let me go! Please, I am an honest and kind person. I swear I won't tell anyone. I haven't ever done anything to you, please let me go!"
The man shook his head, "I am afraid I can't do that."
"Now are you ready to begin?"
Rylie stepped back away from the glass, "No... no please. Begin what?"
The mysterious figure chuckled. "Allow me to explain."
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