The basement cell is dark. Clean, but there is an unclean feeling that clung to everything, from the single bed to the bars on the door to the cold concrete floor.

The door swings open. In steps a man who looks all too pleased to see the discomfort marring his newest captive's face.

"You're finally awake," he says with a sharp-edged grin, dragging a chair so that he can kick back as the sleeping pills begin to wear off.

"Good. The headache will wear off in a second, sweetheart."