The Stranger

Eleven : YOU ARE MINE

Lily woke to find that she was alone in his bed.

The room was filled with a soft, mid-morning glow that came from the huge floor to ceiling window that made up the far wall. She lay in the soft bed, thinking about the prior night's events.

Sitting up, she found that she was incredibly sore. She was sore in places she didn't even know could BE sore.
But she also felt strangely satisfied. She'd basically been raped, so why did she feel so good?

Throwing off the fluffy goose down comforter, she realized that she was still naked.
Rolling out of bed, she tore the light cotton bed sheet off of the mattress and wrapped it around herself tightly, then began searching the room for clothes.

She found her camera bag in one corner, but nothing to wear.

Wandering into the bathroom, she found that even her ripped clothes she'd tossed in the trash earlier had been taken; Though she did find a small, white silk nightgown hanging on the door, and an un-opened toothbrush on the edge of the sink.
Now she was slightly worried. If she couldn't find something to wear, she couldn't leave.

After brushing her teeth and using the bathroom, she put on the nightgown (which was soft, but mostly see-through) and wandered out into the hallway.

Cautiously, she padded into the next room, unsure if he would be waiting for her.
Wandering silently around the apartment, she found that she was alone.

Making her way down the spiral staircase that led to the kitchen, she found a large plate of fruit and cheese, scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, as well as a pitcher of orange juice.
In front of the food was a small, hand-written, note that read "Enjoy" in elegant hand writing.

She knew the food had been left out for her, and she didn't want to eat it, but she was too hungry not to.
Sitting down on one of the bar stools in front of the counter, she filled her plate with food and scarfed it down enthusiastically, finding that it was still warm.

Once she was finished eating, she wandered back up the stairs and over to the elevator.
She stared down at the keypad uncertainly and began punching in random codes, desperately trying to remember what code he had punched in when they'd arrived.

She didn't have her clothes, but surely if she could just get out, someone would help her.

Suddenly the little yellow light on the keypad turned red and a high pitched alarm began to sound.
She jumped back in alarm, slightly panicked, and began punching in random numbers, trying to get the loud siren to stop.
After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to her, the alarm faded and the little red light began to flash.

"Ok, I guess I won't be getting out that way." She mumbled to herself, feeling frustrated.

In a sudden flash of inspiration, she remembered her cell phone in her camera bag, she could use it and call Roman.

Running back to the bedroom, she grabbed her bag and unzipped the front pocket.

Her phone was missing.

She couldn't believe it; not only had he locked her in his apartment with no clothes, but he'd also stolen her phone!
Now she was pissed. Wandering back out into the hall, she began searching the apartment for her phone, or any phone.