Emma’s eyes are closed as she tries to meditate in vain. Having failed to free herself, frustration is building up and she is trying hard not to think of her current predicament. She has been with Robert a number of times but he has never forced her into anything. He always just manipulates her into doing what he wants so she doesn’t want to imagine how painful this could be.

The door opens and her heart picks up pace. “Miss me?”

He inquires as he sets delicious smelling packages on one of the sacks. He puts a black polythene bag on the dusty floor. Emma’s stomach growls, reminding her that she hasn’t eaten anything in over fifteen hours.

“Finally,” she mutters. “I thought you were going to starve me to death.”

He chooses not to reply. He opens the package on the floor and pulls out a small bottle. Emma watches in fear as he dabs the liquid onto a handkerchief.

He places it over her mouth and nose. Despite her struggles, her body grows limp as consciousness seeps out of her.