It's dark in this hallway. It's spooky. I feel like we're about to be attacked by a ghost, paranormal spirit, or even a human being.

Although, I feel a little comfort since Brandon is here with me. Somehow, a secure feeling. Because he would protect me if danger was coming my way, right?

I looked frantically side to side in the spider-web infested, black hallway. Our footsteps echoed on the brown hardwood floor.

I cowardly called, "Brandon?"

"Yes?"

"I can't see you!" All I could see was darkness.

Now I don't feel protected or secure. Now I feel alone. I feel like a mouse in the middle of a field, with hawks swooping around me. I feel like a piece of fresh meat being served on a string to a cage full of starving lions. I feel, exposed.

"Don't worry, I'm right here," Brandon soothed. I then felt his fingers entwine with mine.

I squeezed onto his hand, hard. I still don't like him, but right now I need someone to make me feel safe. "Please don't let go, okay?" I asked. "Promise?"

"Promise!" Brandon reassuringly squeezed my hand for a quick second. I then felt his hand relax in mines. Right now I wish I could see his eyes so I could smile and then warmly stare into them and say thanks.

But as I stared into the darkness, it felt like I was thanking no one as I said, "Thanks."

But he kidnapped me. I don't like him. Why did I thank him? I smacked my head quietly with my other hand.

After five minutes, we arrived to a closet. Brandon opened it with one hand, his other hand still holding my right.

I heard the creaking sound, it must be a really old closet. I heard water splashing as I assumed Brandon picked up a water jug with his left hand.

"Miana, may I please let go of your hand? I can carry another jug with my right hand."

"No."

"Fine. Can you please get a jug?"

I bent down and grabbed a jug. It felt like it weighted ten pounds. I hope the trip to the bathroom is quick, because my palm and fingers feel like they're on fire.

"Okay, I got one."

"Let's go."

Through the pitch black we traveled down the hall to another door. I'm assuming it's the bathroom. Brandon opened it and it felt roomy. Roomy and empty.

"Brandon, how did you know where the bathroom was, in this dark?" I suspiciously questioned. He let go of my hand.

Did he used to live here? Did he used to kidnap before, and do the same thing with another girl? If he did, did they stay in this house?

Millions of thoughts ran through my mind as he replied calmly, "I studied the house earlier in the day light today. I went through every closet, drawer, hallway, and door. I memorized this house, and it is quite big. Miana, we're living in a mansion!"

"There's no use of living inside of a big house if nothing works inside of it," I mumbled glumly.

Brandon didn't argue as he opened a drawer. I then saw a flame. He held up a match and he waved it around. He opened another drawer and pulled out a candle. He lighted the candle and blew on the match.

Smoke went up my nostrils as Brandon held the candle inches away from me. "There's that beautiful face I've been missing."

His brown eyes sparkled and the glow from the fire reflected off of his face.

I grinned a little and then quickly frowned.

He turned around and waved the candle over the bathtub. I looked over his shoulder and peered into it as well. It was clean, thank god.

Brandon then took the top off of his jug and started pouring the water into the tub. Once he got every drip out, he sat the jug onto the floor. He then turned around.

"So, do you want to get in first?" he smirked. I noticed his cheeks got a little pink.

"Um, it doesn't matter," I awkwardly stated and shrugged. "Really."

Yes I want to go in first! What the hell is wrong with me? I smell like shit!

"Well, you know what they always say," Brandon shrugged, backing out of the bathroom. "Ladies go first!" he bowed and directed his hand towards the tub. "I"ll be back in fifteen minutes to check on you."

He shut the door and I instantly heard silence. I don't like being alone. I hate it. But I couldn't ask him to stay in here while I got washed!

Never.

I undressed and stepped into the warm water. I slipped in and the water reached just underneath my chest. Wait, I don't have soap or a wash cloth!

"Brandon?!" I called. "I need soap and a wash cloth!"

I then heard a creak. I saw a tiny crack of blackness separating the door and the wall. He tossed the green soap and tan wash cloth into the bath, surprising me. He then quickly shut the door.

Did he see me naked?

As I nearly scrubbed the skin off of my under pits with the sweet smelling soap and rough wash cloth, my thoughts then traveled back to my family.

Do you think that Brandon saw Miana nude? :D