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Sally was too shocked to scream, or make any noise at all. 

Sam grabbed her by the arm and lead her down an unlit hallway.  He threw her in what appeared to be a bedroom at her first glance.  Much like the bedrooms at her house and all the houses in this neighboorhood.  She looked again.  This was no ordinary bedroom.  There was pictures of her everywhere!  Mostly of herself running, but what really freaked her out was the few that were taken of her when see was in her room.  That must have been in the summer when she had had her window open. That means Sam had been following her-stalking her- for at least half a year now.  She looked closer at the pictures.  It was had to see because the lights in the bathroom were off, but with candles lit everywhere.

The photographs of her self were worn, as if Sam had been carrying them around.  Sally started hyperventalating.  She had some crazy kiddnapper that was probably going to kill her and she would never see her family or friends again.  She checked the door, locked from the outside.  The windows-bolted from the outside as well.  Luckily Sally always carries her cell her with her.  She got it out.  No battery!  She hit herself for not charging her phone before she left the house.

Her watch read: 4:28 a.m.  No one would notice she was gone yet.  It would be a couple more hours before her family would wake up to get ready for work and notice she wasn't in her bed.  They would see her car out front and know she hadn't driven anywhere.

Sally fell onto her knees and said a silent prayer for her saftey.  She also prayed for Sam to get the mental help he needed.  She had always learned to pray for her enemies.  She wasn't aware of when she had started crying, but she felt the wetness on her face. 

About an hour later, Sam burst into the room, making Sally shake in fear.  She noticed the gun in his belt and his huge arm muscles and knew there was no chance of overpowering him. 

Sam just stared at her in...wonder?

They both stood motionless staring at each other for a good five minutes.  Sally noticed the blue-green eyes staring back at her.  She saw his black t-shirt and jeans barely containing his muscular self.  She looked at his dark hair that was just a little bit wavy.  She shook her strawberry blonde head.  What was wrong with her?  She had just gotten kidnapped, and was probably about to be raped, but all she could think of was how cute her jailer was.  She suddenly got self-conscious and glanced in the mirror.  Her hair was tangled and her hazel eyes were puffy from crying.  Her clothes were wet- it had been sprinkling eariler. 

When she broke eye contact tolook in the mirror, it seemed to wake Sam from his trance.  "F-f-feel free to take off your wet clothes." Sam stuttered, his voice no longer disguised as an old lady's, but deep and soft, she could hear his compassion for her in his voice, and it scared her.

Sally gasped in horror as her worst fear became all too real.  But before she had time to freak out, Sam had left the room and she saw dry clothes on the bed.  They were his of course, so they probably wouldn't fit.  Sally tried them on anyway, she was freezing because of her wet clothes and it was extremely cold in his house.  His shirt was baggy on her and his shorts went down to her mid-calf.  Sam was fairly tall when he wasn't hunched over old lady style.

She heard a storm outside, and knew in probably wouldn't help the police if they ever decided to search for her.  She sat down on the bed, vowing not to fall asleep, but due to her fatigue and the rain lulling her to sleep, she fell asleep anyways.