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Morning After and Beyond Ch. 01

By: elphaba69



Emma woke up the next morning and looked around the room she was in. Where the heck was she? She asked herself. She could not remember what had happened the night before . It was all a bit of a blur. She most definitely did not recognize anything in this almost barren room. The only things it were the bed that she was sitting on, a small mahogany nightstand, and a lamp with a dark gray shade. 

As the morning continued it seemed to come back to her in flashes . There was an image of her girlfriend with a shot glass in her hand . Then there was a picture of a guy . He was extremely tall. He had to be 6'3'' tall and he had piercing blue eyes. Then in another flash she had seen her girlfriend, Sarah and this guy dancing together. 

"What the heck happened last night?" she said out loud to the empty room. "How the heck did I get here and for that matter where the hell is here?" She looked around and nothing in this place even looked familiar. She screamed, " Sara are you here?" There was absolutely no answer. Then she walked a little farther and she tried again. "Sara are you here?" Where was everyone? Why was she all alone?

She was so afraid now. It was crazy how quiet it was . If a pin dropped you probably could have heard it. She wandered down the hallway. She slowly opened a door at the end of the hallway. It creaked as it opened. Once the door opened fully she was able to see that it was a kitchen . All the counters were done a dark marble and the appliances were all stainless steel. It felt extremely cold and inhuman. Who lived here? How did she get here? What did this person want with her? Why hadn't they shown their face? Were they videotaping what she was doing at this moment? These were all thoughts that were running through her head.

Her eyes wandered around the kitchen. She wondered where the person could have put the cameras. Where was Sara? Had this person done something horrible to Sara? Emma's mind filled with sick, sad images. Could the person that brought her here be the same man that she and Sara had spent time with the night before? If so what in the world did he want with the two of them and why had he separated her from her best friend. What was his sick plan? 

"Show yourself you sick bastard?" Emma screamed. She pounded on the marble counter top with all of her might. All that succeeded in doing was hurting Emma's hands. She still got no answer from the stranger who was holding her captive. " What the heck to do you want with me?" she screamed. Still no answer. She sank to the floor in complete frustration. She put her hands to her head and she began to weep uncontrollably. What the heck had she gotten herself into? Why had she agreed to go out drinking with Sara? If she got out of this one alive she promised she would never pick up another drink in her entire life.

She slowly composed herself and realized that if she was ever going to get out of here she first had to figure out where here was. She began to look around the kitchen for some clue as to her current location. A menu from a local restaurant might at least give a general idea as to the area she was in but sadly there was nothing. When she could not find any she left it behind but not before sliding open one of the drawers and removing a knife from it . She stuck it in the back of her jeans. If he was waiting for her ready to attack somewhere in this house she definitely wanted to be prepared. She would stab in wherever she could reach and then run like hell to the nearest exit that was if she could find an exit to this place. 

She then made her way out of the kitchen back into the hallway. There were a lot of doors in this hallway. One of these doors might hold the key to her freedom. She would have to open each and every one of them until she found that key. Emma took a deep breath. Here I go she said to herself. 

The next door she opened was a bathroom. Nothing unique about it at all. Just a sink and a shower and a toilet. They were all made of the same dark marble as the counters in the kitchen. Man this place is getting creepier by the moment she thought to herself. She looked around the bathroom for a few moments hoping for a magazine with an address on it or something but at last she had no such luck. As she closed the bathroom door she let out a sigh. How was she going to get herself out of this debacle? She had no clue where she was and for that matter she had no clue how to get away from where she was and get back to where she wanted to be. She felt like the situation was hopeless yet she knew she had to continue to open doors. She need to continue try and figure where she was if not for her but for Sara. Hopefully Sara was okay. Emma did not what she would do if she found Sara hurt or worse if she found Sara dead. 

Emma tried to push these images out of her head. She need to concentrate on getting herself out of here then she could worry about finding Sara and bringing her home safely. She exited the bathroom with a new resolve. She would find her way out of here . She would save herself and she would save Sara. All she need was a few clues and some serious determination. 

As she turned the next doorknob she could feel the steel of the knife in her pants pocket. She knew that whatever happened she had to hold onto that knife. It was the only way for her defend herself and if the person holding her got it away from her she would not stand a chance whatsoever. The next room she entered had floor to ceiling book shelves around every wall . In the center was a large plush chair with a high back. Next to the chair was a Tiffany lamp. This room felt different from the rest of the house so far. It felt peaceful and homey. This room made you want to curl up in that chair with a good book off of one of the many bookshelves and read. If she did not feel like a captive she would have very much enjoyed sitting in that comfy chair for hours reading by the light of the Tiffany lamp. It was truly mind boggling to Emma how one room in such stark contrast to the rest of the room in the house. It was as if two different people had decorated the house. Emma wandered the room for a while in awe of the amazing collection of books that this person possessed . She examined some titles and realized that she was dealing with an extremely intelligent individual. Only a very learned person could possibly have read many of the titles within the bookshelves. Okay this is just great she thought to herself . I am dealing a very intelligent yet very sick human being and I have no idea what he has planned for me or for that matter what he has planned or has already done to my best friend. She sank into the chair and closed her eyes praying that when she opened them this would just turn to be a big nightmare and that she would be at home with the covers around her. Yet when she did reopen them she was still in the library of a strange home with a very smart psycho lurking somewhere. "Damn Sara what the heck did you get us into?" she muttered even though she knew her friend was nowhere around to hear her. 

It had been Sara who had insisted that she could out with her the night before. "It will be fun," she had said. "You remember what fun is don't you?" Emma would have been perfectly fine with staying home cuddled up watching reruns on television but no Sara had pushed for her to go. "I can't party by myself. You have to come."

"Sara I really don't want to go," Emma had told her so many times that she had practically lost count. Yet in the end as always Sara won and out they had gone to Jack's. It was one of Sara's favorite places to party. She claimed she loved the atmosphere yet to Emma it was just a dive bar but she would never say a word to Sara. Emma had never been one to speak out against something that her friend liked. 

Now look where that had gotten her. Walking around a strange dark house owned by a person who wanted to do who knows what to her. If she got out this one, she would definitely open her mouth a lot more often. Sara would know how she felt about a lot more topics and they would never ever step foot in Jack's ever again no matter how much Sara liked the place . She would just have to find a new place to love. Emma got up and looked around the room one last time before exiting and closing the door behind her. "Damn it there has to be something in this house that will help me figure out where I am." She could not believe she had gotten herself into this. If only she had stayed home like she had planned and not let Sara talk her into something she had no desire to do at all. She would be safe and sound instead of in probably the biggest trouble she had ever been in her entire life.

Morning After and Beyond Ch. 02



As he looked through a large bank of monitors that were attached to cameras he had installed through out his house, Eric smiled extremely pleased with what he had done. He had successfully seduced to young females at a bar and brought them both back to his own home. They were both scared and would probably comply with his every whim in order to save each other. He had built it so that every wall in his house was sound proof. While that had cost him a pretty penny it was perfect for this little experiment of his . The two girls were in adjacent hallways and yet because of the sound proofing could not even hear each others screams. It had been a complete ingenious idea on his part. He mentally patted himself on the back for it. 

He watched Sara for a while she had just discovered that the second door in her hallway led to the kitchen . This was the same kitchen that Emma had been in moments earlier. If both girls had chosen the same door at the same time they might have found each other. Eric had been very lucky though. Sara had first decided to visit a room that had no door in the other hallway therefore by the time she had gotten into the kitchen Emma was already long gone and she was standing all alone in the middle of it staring at her reflection in the stainless steel stove. Sara seemed be the more gullible of the two. She would probably be the easier to convince to do what he wanted her. After all she had been the one that had agreed to go with a total stranger to his house after only a few shots of tequila. Emma just seemed to cling to her friend like glue to paper. She would not let her go anywhere alone so when Eric had asked Sara back to the house he had gotten a two for the price of one deal. 

He thought to himself . I must have won the lottery. This was the moment that his plan really began to take shape. It had originally involved watching one young woman wander around his home in a state of complete panic until he revealed himself and told her that she was now his to do with he pleased and that if she complied with these terms he would release her safe and sound back into the life that she had known before after a week . Now he had decided that it would be more fun if he pitted the girls against each other. He would tell each girl that the other girls' survival depended on their compliance. This should be a lot of fun he thought to himself as he went back to intently watching the monitors.

As he watched Emma walking into the library he grinned. If this girl only knew the deep dark secrets this seemly comforting room held she would be even more terrified then she already was. If she realized that with a press of a button she could be permanently shackled to that chair. He had installed that little treat all on his own. Another little feature that she had not discovered was his handcuff collection that was neatly tucked away in some of the so called bookcase in the bookshelf on farthest to the left. If she had discovered his little passageway that he had built in back of one of the bookcases, she would have wanted even more to run for her life. This passage led to a chamber deep within the house that contend some of his favorite toys including a metal framed bed which he would handcuff his victims to so that they could not escape. Maybe he should make another bed so he could have the girls be able to see him torture the each other . He would have a lot of fun once he got each of the girls down there. 

Since Emma had discovered the secrets with this room, she thought of it as safe. He let out an evil laugh. Thank goodness for the soundproofing because otherwise one if not both of the girls might have heard him. They may have been able to trace the sound of the laughter to the place he was hiding somewhere in a room deep within the depths of the house. 

If only this silly girl knew the truth but in time she would know it all be revealed. For now, he would just watch and studied the girls behavior so that when he finally did reveal himself he would be able to use his study of the two of them to his best advantage. The more time he had to study them the better he would be able to use them and the more fun he would have in the end. He went back to the monitors. These girls were in such a state of panic that it was truly entertaining to him. 

He noticed one very interesting thing about Emma as he observed her though she seemed not to be quite as panic as Sara. She seemed more determined as wandered his home. She seemed be searching for something as she went from room to room. He truly wished that he had audio on these cameras because he would have loved to have heard what she was saying every time she opened her mouth. He also noticed that she was the smarter of the two. He noted that she had picked up a large knife when she was in the kitchen. He must get that knife off of her before she had the chance to stab him with it because otherwise the fun would end very quickly. It would not be very fun for him if that young lady was able to stab him. She was only a petite girl though so it should not be much of a struggle at all to wrestle the knife away from her and subdue her. 

In his brief observation of Sara, Eric had noticed that she seemed to easily be distracted. While walking through the kitchen, she had spent a significant amount of time staring at her own reflection in the stainless stove. It was as if anything that she could look at herself in she would . She was absolutely obsessed with her appearance. He had even noticed the night before that she could not stop fixing her hair and staring at any surface that she could see her reflection in. He did not know how but he would definitely find a way to use this to his advantage. Maybe he would promise to hurt her face if she promised to cooperate with him one hundred percent. This was definitely going to prove extremely enjoyable for him.



Morning After and Beyond Ch. 03



Sara woke up after what seemed like the longest sleep she had ever had. She stretched and then she looked around the room. She did not recognize anything at all. Where was she had what had happened last night? She had absolutely no memory of how she had gotten here or the events that had transpired the night before. She looked down and saw that her feet were completely bare. Where were her shoes? She looked around and was able to locate them in the corner of the room. She ran across the cold tile floor. Damn this floor is like ice cubes she thought to herself. Finally she reached her shoes and quickly slipped them on her feet. Once she had the shoes on her feet she decided to that she might as well explore her surroundings for a while. 

As Sara exited the little room that she had been in, she found that it was one of many doors in an extremely long hallway. She shuffled out the door and closed it behind her. Thankfully the hallway was well lit so she was able to make her way down it without much trouble. The hallway had dark wood paneling. If she had had a clue as to why she was here she may have thought this was a beautiful architectural element but right now all it did was add to the house's dark and mysterious demeanor.

Maybe this was not even a house at all after all the only room she had seen so far could have been a bedroom or for that matter it was so bare that it could have been a hospital room and since Sara had absolutely no memory of the night before there was no determining whether she had ended up in a hospital somewhere. This inability to remember things felt really odd to Sara because she had been drinking the same thing she always drank and had never had the sort of reaction that she had today. Yeah maybe she would get a little hang over but she would always remember what she had done the night before. 

Could someone have possible drugged her? She rubbed the upper part of her left arm. She wondered why she felt pain there. She had not done any heavy lifting at her job in weeks so it could not have been that. Had someone grabbed her there and dragged her into the car? 

So many questions suddenly entered Sara's head. Where was she and why were they not together? Emma would never have left her alone at least not willingly. What had happened to Emma? Sara's head felt like it was spinning out of control. She could not even think straight. She had so many questions left unanswered. She wondered if any of it would ever become clear. Oh well might as well enjoy the place until she could get her questions answered by someone. "Let's go exploring," she said to herself. 

Sara decided to enter the room that was directly across the hall from the room that she had awoken in. When she opened the door, it squeaked a little. Man whatever this place was the doors could seriously use some WD40. 

Sara looked around the room and she found that it seemed to be a little game room. There was a dark oak pool table in the middle of the room and a large flat screen television on the side with a few overstuffed leather chairs in front of it. This has to be a guy living here she thought to herself. Only a man would have such a large television in his house. 

She decided to plop down in one of the chairs for a few minutes and relax for a little while. After all if she had been invited into this house why not in enjoy it until her host arrived. She grabbed the remote control off the little wooden table near by and started aimlessly flipping through the channels. She found Top Chef and settled into the chair to watch the show. It was a repeat and even though Sara had seen it several times before she still got enthralled in the show. 

Once it was over she decided that she was ready to do some more exploring. She wondered if her hallway had a kitchen in it. This guy was definitely not a good host. He had not even left her anything to eat when she woke and now she was starving. She went the door and slammed it behind her. 

She was in luck. The next door she entered did lead to a kitchen. Since she was not the best cook in the world Sara sure hoped that this kitchen contained a microwave and thankfully it did. She went over to the refrigerator and took out something that was already in a plastic microwavable dish. 

The dish seemed to contain pasta with some kind of sauce on it to her. She really hoped that her host did not mind her eating this but if he did it was his fault for not giving herself something else to eat. If she had been the one that had a guest, there would have been at least a snack sitting on the nightstand next to the bed so that her guest would have had something to eat when they woke up from their slumber. She slipped the dish into the microwave and set the timer for two minutes and pressed start. Then she went searching for some sort of utensils to eat the pasta with. 

She opened a few drawers before finding the one with the forks in it One of the drawers contained some very large butcher knives in it . One of the knives seemed to be missing but Sara thought nothing of the missing knife. He had probably used it and just not gotten the chance to return it to its proper drawer. 

Soon the microwave was beeping indicating that the food was finished heating and ready to eat. Sara took it out and leaned up against the sizable marble island in the center of the room. This is pretty good she thought to herself. She wondered if her host had made this homemade or if this was delivered from a local restaurant. Wherever it had come from it was very tasty. When she finally met her absent host Sara would have to ask him for the recipe. She made a note of that her still somewhat fuzzy head.  

Before leaving the kitchen, Sara decided she was going to be a polite guest and wash her bowl and utensils and put them back where they belonged. Thankfully all the stuff to wash the dishes was easy to find because it was right next to the sink. She washed the dishes, dried them and put them back where she had found them. As she was exiting the kitchen, she once again wondered where Emma possibly could be. Now that she knew she was in a house thanks to the fact that she had just been in a kitchen that clearly was not built for a hospital because it was not big enough. She wondered how she was not with the best friend who always stuck to her like glue to paper.

"Oh well," Sara said out loud to the completely empty room. Maybe Emma had awoken before and just decided to go home. If that had been the case she would have called and left Sarah a message of her cell phone but even if she had Sara would not have been able to tell because when she had awoken her pocketbook was no where to be found. Currently her mailbox could be completely filled up and she would not know the difference because her phone was in her pocketbook wherever it might be. Sara hoped she had not left it at Jack's the night before because she had she may never see it again. 

On top of it, of course, Sara had to bring her five hundred dollar Coach bag to the bar that night. What a dumb blond move I did there? She thought to herself as she twirled a lock of her bleached blonde hair around her index finger. Maybe her host would let her call Jack's and see if they had her pocketbook maybe by some miracle one of the bartenders would have stopped it before someone walked off with it. A girl could dream couldn't she? Sara truly doubted she would ever see that bag again though. Someone had probably walked off with it almost as soon as she had walked away or been dragged away or whatever had happened the previous night. She is sighed. There goes another expensive handbag down the drain. 

On top of it, her parents had told that because the amount of stuff she had been losing lately the next Coach bag she wanted she was going to be paying for all on her own. It would take her forever to save up the money to pay for a bag like the one she had just lost. I guess I am going to have to use some of the old pocketbooks I have put away she thought to herself . There all so last season though. She would be the laughing stock all of her social circles if she walked in with one of them on her arm. Maybe if she begged her parents they would pay for it for her, she was daddy's little girl after all. 

Sara snapped herself back to reality. She had no clue where she was and no clue where Emma was and she was thinking more about her pocketbook and her social status that was ridiculous. She needed to be thinking about trying to find out what was going on and less about what everyone was going to think about her when she got back to her home and her friends. Sara tried to clear the cobwebs out of her brain. If Emma was here what she have told me to do. "She would have told me not to get myself into this mess to begin with,"she said sarcastically to herself. Now that I am in this mess how the heck am I going to get myself out of it. I have to devise a plan. 

What questions did she need answered? First of all, she needed to find out where here was. Another big question was how had she gotten here. Another one was who had brought her and what did they want her here for . Then there was where was Emma. Why had she either deserted her or been forced to leave her? All of these thought ran around Sara's head like a hamster on a wheel. She sat down on the titled kitchen floor and held her head in her hands trying to stop it from spinning. 

"Sara you need to concentrate that is the only way you will ever figure out what is going on here," she said out loud to herself. She seriously wished Emma was with her because she would have a clue as to how to get them out of here. Instead Sara was by herself with probably the worst case of an inability to figure out what was happening she had ever had in her entire life. Damn it. Why the heck was last night such a huge blank? This was beyond frustrating for her. It was as if someone had hit the delete button on the computer that was her brain. She had no clue as to anything that had happened after her and Emma's arrival at Jack's the night before. Now on top of everything else she was developing a splitting headache from all of this thinking. She continued to sit with her head in her hands and tried to fight off tears of frustration but they came. 

Sara had never thought that her partying would ever get her into trouble. It had always been out of complete fun and at least she thought had never gotten out of hand. That was until last night, now she was sitting on the floor of a strange place bawling her eyes.