After waiting for her for a while at the front desk, Laura decided to retrieve her friend for the meetups with the other Psychiatrists. They always did this after a conference had ended, sometimes it was a huge bore, but Marlena always made it more fun. Besides, she was giddy to tell Marlena all about the good time she spent with the handsome guy she met at the Gala last night.

Laura knocked at the door to her suite. When she didn’t get an answer, she figured that Marlena might be already at the brunch and headed downstairs.

Looking around the large dining room, she didn’t spot her anywhere. Suddenly,  she saw the good old Dr. Ford and walked towards him.

 

“Hello Dr. Ford, I didn’t think we would see you this year,” Laura smiled as she shook his hand, “Its good to see you.”

“Well, hello Dr. Horton, always a pleasure to see you. My wife had knee surgery, and I had to miss the conferences to take care of her.  I only arrived last night”. Dr. Ford responded, the wrinkled around his mouth twitched when he smiled. “Is Dr. Evans here as well? I received a message from her yesterday; she asked my secretary to set us a meeting. I was actually waiting for her; she’s late. Do you know where she is? It’s not like Marlena to be late” , the old man looked at his wristwatch, fixing his cufflinks.

“Well, yes you are right, and she should be here by now, but I can’t seem to find her” Laura kept looking around, her eyes scanned the room for her friend.

 

“I think I’ll go find her apprentice, Kit, he has probably seen her this morning” she was about to leave when he spoke, “Her apprentice? Is she still doing that? That is great, she has so much to teach, and she is good at it.” he always thought very highly of Marlena, even as a student she was brilliant, the best of his class.

Laura crossed her arms against her chest, “Yes, you know him, he was one of your students. Kit Harington. He told us how you spoke so highly of Marlena, and always held her up as an example of a perfect student. He said that you couldn’t stop praising Marlena and that’s the reason why he wanted to apprentice under her.”

“Yes, it is true that I held Marlena in very high regard and talked about her often to my students, but I have never had a student by the name of Kit Harrington. You must have misunderstood her.” Dr. Ford watched as her expression changed.

“Oh, yes I might have. Would you excuse me, Dr. Ford, I need to find Marlena. I’ll catch up with you later.”

He nodded as a yes, smiling again “Good day Dr. Horton,” Laura did her best to smile back, while she turned and practically ran from the room. Something was wrong, she thought. She could feel it.

 

After calling Marlena’s room and still getting no answer, Laura asked the clerk at the front desk If Dr. Evans had checked out early. The clerk replied that she had not.

“Well, I can’t find her anywhere, and she was supposed to meet me an hour ago. Could you please open her room for me so I can check to see if she’s in there and if she's ok?” Laura asked, a concerned look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Dr. Horton, we can’t just let you into a guest room,” the clerk replied, frowning his eyebrows.

“You wouldn’t be just ‘letting me in’” she snarled. “You don’t understand. I am worried about my friend. "Now, you can follow me to her suite and let me in, or I can go break down the door. What’s it going to be?” she was a woman on a mission and right now finding Marlena was the most important thing.

“Ok, ok, ma’am don’t get upset, I’ll have someone go up with you and after knocking, if there’s no answer you can go in with the staff member,” he replied looking a little irritated.

“Thank you,” Laura smiled brightly as she turned towards the elevators.

 

The housekeeper knocked a few times on Marlena’s door. Getting no answer, she took out the master key and opened the door slowly, “housekeeping!” she shouted.

Laura pushed past the lady, walking into Marlena’s suite, she looked around in confusion.

“Did you make up this room already this morning?”, she asked the lady.

“No ma’am” she replied, “there was a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob.”

Laura saw that her bed had not been slept in, and it seemed that all her things were gone. She looked around the bedroom, pulling out drawers, looking in the closet. All of her clothes and beauty products were gone. She could see no sign of her friend anywhere. Laura began to get really worried.

This is not like Marlena to take off like that without saying anything, she thought.

“No, something is very wrong here.” The last thought she said aloud.

“What was that ma’am?”, the housekeeper turned to look at her.

“Oh nothing, just thinking out loud. Tell me, did you clean Mr. Harington’s room this morning?”

“No ma’am he told the front desk that he needed no service at all during his stay, except for fresh towels, and they were to be left outside his door.”

Strange, Laura thought.

“Could you please let me into his room?” putting her hands on her waist, she was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Oh, I don’t think so ma’am, I would have to clear it with management first.”

“Tell ya what,” Laura said, digging in her purse,” let’s keep this our secret,” she pressed a fifty in the young lady's palm. Looking down at the bill, the lady smiled and nodded.

 

Walking into Kit’s room, Laura looked around and was suddenly filled with a sense of unease. She looked towards the bed and saw it was shambled; there was a broken lamp on the bedside table. Taking a closer look, she could see tiny drops of what could be blood on the sheet. There was a chain attached to a leather strap of some sort on the floor beside the bed. Had Kit had some woman up here last night for what could only be construed as kinky sex? Whose blood was this? And what did any of this have to do with Marlena?

Maybe it had nothing to do with her friend, but Laura could not shake the bad feeling she was having. Especially after learning that Kit had been lying about knowing Dr. Ford.

 

Laura turned and went back to the lobby, she picked up the pay phone and dialed John’s number. The phone went straight to voicemail. Not wanting to alarm him unnecessarily, Laura simply asked him to return her call at his earliest convenience.

She picked up the phone and dialed the local police, maybe she was overreacting, but after seeing Kit’s room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was happening.

The police explained that there was nothing to be done at this point, Marlena was an adult and was not considered a missing person until after 48 hours.

Frustrated, she walked back to the dining room to look once more. Sad and frustrated, Laura returned to her room to await John’s call.

 

Marlena blinked again trying to adjust to the dim light; Kit was standing at the doorway. She was so confused and terrified.

“Hello, Marlena,” he said softly, entering the room. He stared at her. She saw nothing that could serve as a weapon in his hands. Her mouth was dry as the desert. She couldn't even gather enough saliva to talk. So she just watched him stalk toward her like a hungry tiger approaches its prey.

“Kit, what am I doing here? Where are my clothes? WHERE IS HE??”

She was going to fight if he touched her. He came closer, and she took a step back, “Where is who?” he spoke as he walked, taking another step towards her and another until she was pressed against the wall. She suddenly noticed the chain around her ankle.

“Stefano. Are you working for him? Did you bring me here for him?” Marlena was still huddling in the blanket, glaring at him, “and I thought you were a good person.”

He lifted his hand, and she tensed, preparing to defend herself. “Kit! Answer me dammit!” But Kit was merely holding a bottle of water and offering it to her.

 

“Here,” he said. “I figured you must be thirsty.” she stared at him. She was dying of thirst, but she didn't know what’s inside these waters so she didn’t move. He seemed to understand her hesitation. “Don’t worry, baby. It's just water. I want you awake and conscious.” she didn’t know how to react to that. Her heart was hammering in her throat, and she felt sick with fear. He put the bottle on the table in front of him, “Well, first of all, my dear, I am not working for Stefano. I don't even know the man. Second, I want you to be comfortable while you are here, so I brought you some clothes.” With that, he threw a suitcase, her suitcase, unto the bed. He then bent down on one knee and unlocked her leg restraint. She stood there, patiently watching. Holding the blanket tightly with one hand, she gave in to her thirst and took the water from the table.

 

He was observing her with interest; his eyes were wild. Thankfully, he was not touching her. He stood less than two feet away and quietly watched her. She pressed her arms tightly against her body, holding the blanket. Her hand shook while she drank; “There is a bathroom right over there,” he gestured to the far corner of the room. “After you have showered and dressed I will come back with breakfast and some answers” he left, shutting the big oak door behind him.

 

A wave of heat rolled through her, a strange reaction that she couldn’t ignore, he was so very, very pleased with himself. He was all vanity. And vanity was a giant target. Marlena charged at the door pounding her fists against the solid wood. Her semi-naked body slid to the floor, giving in to the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Oh my god...what was happening?... what happened last night and why can’t I remember? The thoughts were running through her already aching mind, those questions coupled with how her body felt were horrifying.

 

She stepped into a bathroom like one she’d seen on television, large and very white. The coolness of the tile hit the soles of her bare feet. White marble, white porcelain, silver accents, and glass surrounded her. If it weren’t for the red towels, the room would be entirely devoid of color.

Marlena turned to see the person in the mirror. The image frightened Her as she studied the reflection. Her tangled blonde hair framed an unfamiliar face. There was a bruise on her lips nearly matching the color of the towels. Slowly, dropping the blanket, the visual evidence of the soreness she felt could be seen as red and purple bruises over her body. Marlena could feel the soreness on her backside and her inner thighs. Reaching her trembling fingers between her legs she felt the swollen lips of her vagina, and the ache was present there as well. The vision restarted her tears. A plush white bathrobe hung near the shower. Twisting the knobs to adjust the temperature, hot steamy water hit her skin as she stepped into the spacious stall, her mind was spinning trying to recall anything at all from the night before.

Her tears slid on her sore lips, she leaned against the hot tile, crying hysterically, “John!!!” her lips parted with an anguished scream that was muffled by the sound of water. Her shoulders started shaking as she slowly began descending to the floor. The warm water was still pouring down on her. She wanted it to wash away everything else too, the dirty feeling that clung to her, she hated that. Her fragile body rocked back and forth, the oppressive hum of the shower wrestling in her ears. Glaring at the wall, she winced every time the warm water touched her bruises. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she continued to rock slowly but evenly, ignoring the injuries that covered her once porcelain body. The blood that was still not dry ran with the clear liquid, turning the bottom of the shower a pasty pink. Water fell into her mouth as her gasps permeated the small shower.

“Marlena” a familiar soothing voice whispered her name right into her ear. Quickly shifting her head to the left, she saw John. His big arms instantly wrapped around her aching body as she cried uncontrollably. “Oh, John!...I’m scared! I’m scared! I’m scared!“ lifting up her head; her mouth opened with obvious pain, he took her perfect, wet face in his warm palms, looking at her. Her mascara was running, smearing her cheeks with black tears, “Doc, listen to me, I will find you. I will bring you home baby, take the strength that you need from my love. I’m always with you” his thumb grazed over her bruised lip, kissing it tenderly.

The hot water kept pouring down their faces, making them both swallow some water as they kissed. He broke the kiss, looking at her again, smiling.

Tears oozed down her battered lip as they parted again in obvious pain,”you are not really here…John, he is...insane...he did things to me...I don't even know... “ Her hazel eyes were shaking, “I love you Doc” he whispered again, still smiling his reassuring smile. Her body shivered as the hot water turned tepid and then cold. She looked up at the knobs, sending one long arm to shut the stream off when she looked back down, he was gone.

 

The prickling sensation of a thousand needles pierced her shoulders as the hot water flowed over her battered muscles. It was a sensation of both pleasure and pain. She allowed the water to continue its assault. Feeling drained, she stepped out of the steamy shower, her body red with the heat of the water; she examined her tranched figure in the mirror once more.  There were bruise marks around her neck and bit marks and bruises along her neck, to the base of her throat. Raising her hands, she saw bruises around her wrists; they appeared to be similar, to the ones that were created by Stefano. Marlena turned around, looking back over her shoulder to see a huge bite mark on her ass with an apparent teeth print outlined. She was horrified all over again. There was not a blemish or mark on her face though, but her body was covered with bruises and bite marks.

She got dressed, picking up the first garment she saw, wearing her long yellow summer dress, her mind was racing, and she couldn't stop to think of the simple things in life, as choosing an outfit. Returning to the outer room, Marlena was looking for any way that would help her to get away from Kit, from this jail. She knew she was locked in, but maybe there was a window or another door from which she could try to escape.

She spotted one small window, but it was located way above the bed, thinking she might be able to reach it if she was able to pile some things up to achieve more height. Marlena started piling stuff on the mattress against the headboard.

Just as she placed a chair on the bed, she heard the key in the lock and turned to see Kit walking into the room.  Her mouth went dry again. Dry mouth must be the side effect of whatever drug he used to get her here.

“Oh my, what do we have here?”, Kit snarled, getting closer to her. “Were you thinking, you could escape me, Marlena?”. Stomping toward him, her eyes blazing, “ You don’t think I’m just going to sit here waiting for whatever else you have in store for me, now do you?, I WILL get away from you!” to her huge surprise, her voice sounded almost normal when she lashed at him.

Kit’s lips parted with a chuckle, ”I do like your fighting spirit, Doc.” He lifted his hand and touched her face; his fingers were gentle on her soft skin, his touch almost tender. It' was such a stark contrast to the whole situation that she was disoriented for a moment. But merely for a moment before she snapped pushed his hand away, disgusted. “Don’t you dare call me that!! Let me out of here!!!" She yelled, obvious rage in her voice.

“Oh my sweet, why all the anger? After all, I’ve brought you breakfast.” Kits sat a bowl on the table, pulling up a chair he forced Marlena to sit by pushing down on her shoulder harshly.

Marlena looked up at Kit and glared. “Why?” was all she asked, although her mind was racing with tons of question; What was the meaning of all this? Why was she there? Where is there? Why was she in this room and why was he holding her against her will?.

“First things first Kitten, you need to eat the breakfast I prepared for you. You will need to keep up your strength.

Marlena took the spoon and pushed the grayish gruel around in the bowl, it looked awful. Standing up, she picked the bowl, flinging it on Kits shirt, “You eat this crap if you want too, I certainly won’t..” she swallow to moisten her still-dry throat.

“There there Kitten, why are you so touchy? After all, we did share a magical night together. I thought you would be thanking me and begging for more this morning.” Kit fixed his eyes on her and sighed, The look he was giving her didn't disturb her as the words that he was saying. “What the hell are you talking about? You're insane!! “ she spoke through her teeth. “Wow, insane? That’s rich coming from a top psychiatrist. Come on Doc, can’t you do better than that?” looking at her, he took a white napkin from the table, cleaning his dirty shirt.

“Don’t you dare call me Doc, you are certifiably insane, you know that?” she snarled, getting up from her seat, laying her palms on the wooden table in front of her.

“Well, after what we shared last night I believe that I can call you whatever I want too. Oh, yes, you were quite the seductress, the dance you did for me and the way you moved against, you made my body come alive like never before.” he leaned back, s big grin across his face, it made her sick to her stomach.

“You’re insane! I would never dance for you, much less seduce you. I don’t know what kind of  a sick game your playing here, but you need to snap out of it and let me go.” she shook her head mutely, not looking at him, she started to feel scared and faint, but she couldn't show that to Kit, she wanted to try and keep the upper hand. She was so confused; her mind felt so cloudy and muddled. She couldn’t make sense of anything.

The last thing she could remember was talking to Kit about his horrible childhood; he had opened up to her about the abuse he had suffered at his mother’s own hands. Her heart went out to him; she wanted so badly to help him. Then she woke up here, wherever here was, and she couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Oh, how she longed to be home in the arms of the man who loves her and would protect her from all harm.  She was suddenly overcome with a sense of fear and uncertainty.

She marched over towards Kit, glaring up into his evil eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul; How could she not see it before? The craziness, the horror. It was all there. How could she be so blind?

 

“What do you want from me?!”  She yelled, “What do I have that you need?”

Kit twisted his lips in an evil grin “oh, baby, you have no idea.” Getting himself up, he closed his eyes as he spoke, “The way you pleasured me over and over... The way I made you cum for me, screaming my name as your nails dug into my back. I fucked you hard until you couldn’t take any more” he got closer to her. She was frozen, shocked, looking into her shivering eyes, he continued, “then, I flipped you over and fucked you from behind until you passed out from pure exhaustion. I could live and die inside of you Marlena, and I just might” standing in front of her, his right hand grabbed a fistful of her ass “I sure need more of that.”

Disgusted, Marlena spun around and buried her face in her hands, she didn’t want to believe any of what he had said, but she knew that it was all true. That would certainly explain all the bruises and pain.

“Why” she sobbed looking at him, “Why would you do this to me?” she couldn't stop the tears.

“Not only did I do it, baby, but I also taped it so you and I could watch it…” he took a step forward, whispering right into her ear, “over and over and over again.” He smirked wickedly.

“It’s easy when it’s such a beautiful woman like you are. You know,” he said, reaching out and grabbing the back of her head, pulling up her face, finally, so he could look into it, “I can see your fighting spirit. It’s very bright. Still. It will give up in time. And eventually,  it will be just you and me.”

Marlena jerked her head up and glared at him. “Don’t you ever touch me again you son of a bitch!”. She screamed. Raising her hand, she struck him hard across his face.

Wiping at the blood spilling from his lip, Kit grabbed the hair at the back of her neck forcing her head back to him. He claimed her lips in a fierce and painful kiss, crushing her lips against her teeth.

When he pulled away Marlena couldn’t take it, and she wrenched over, as she began to throw up, spit out the taste of him on her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand

sending daggers at him with her eyes.

Grabbing her waist, he threw her over his shoulder then flung her onto the large bed.

Kit looked down at Marlena as thoughts of the previous night filled his mind and his senses. He wanted nothing more than to taste her sweet flesh again but that would have to wait. For now, he had to get her to calm down so he could get some answers. Marlena sat up in the large bed, her breathing was heavy, and her eyes blazed with anger.

“Now, Marlena,” Kit sneered, “we can do this the hard way or the easy way. If you insist on throwing fists, I’ll be forced to put you back in restraints. If you behave like a good girl and give me the answers I need, I will let you walk around unrestrained. Is that a deal?” He offered out his hand as if to shake on it. She crossed her arms over her chest and mumbled, “yes..” she replied, her voice was set to a whisper.

“See? Isn’t this better? You cleaned yourself up so nice and pretty for me, and now we are talking like civilized adults.” he took a chair and placed it in front of her. “Nothing, and I mean, Nothing I do will EVER be for your benefit, you asshole,” Marlena spat back.

“I have to say,” he said. “I am quite impressed with your fire.”

“You said that before.”

“No one is going to come help you. You’re completely at my mercy, as the villains say.”

“You are the villain.”

“Don’t interrupt me. I’m admiring your nerve.”

“You’re the one with the nerve, how dare you holding me against my will?”

“You can probably imagine by now that I’m going to fuck you in a variety of degrading ways, but you’re holding your own.”

“Is this all you do?” she spat, trying to ignore with all her might what he just said

“I have hobbies.”

“Fuck you” she stood up as well, moving away from him as possible

“Tisk tisk my dear, I came here to offer you some answers to your questions, and to get some answers that I need in return. But if you don’t want to hear what I have to say I could just leave “ standing up, he turned for the door.

 

She babbled;” No. Please, enlighten me, Kit. If that is your actual name”, Marlena walked over the other side of the room, taking a seat on the couch, acting much calmer than she actually felt.

“Yes my dear, Kit is my name, my last name is Harrington, but as you have probably guessed by now, I am not a Doctor. I work for the ISA.”