When Jasmine woke up, she was tied down to a rusty old bed. The last thing she remembered was running from Mr. ski-mask, and the rest was fuzzy. It took her a few minutes but she eventually realized that she was only wearing her underwear and bra.

"Shit!" She whispered to herself, fearfully, when she couldn't break free. Jasmine felt like she was underwater, everything was swimming.

Looking around she tried to take in her surroundings, there was a small blue lamp in the corner of the room, along with a old rusted chair. Beside her there was an IV that was connected to her arm. She followed the tube and traced it to a bag of reddish liquid that was too thin to be blood.

Then an unnoticed, white door opened and a man walked in. As he walked towards her, her breathing hitched. Softly, she cried as he slowly moved the rusted chair by her bed side.

"Shhhhh, hush hush now..." He said softly in a voice that sent literal chills down Jasmine's spine. She only cried harder.

Then, he climbed on top of her and began unbuttoning his pants....