Getting kidnapped was one thing, but getting kidnapped at the ripe age of 8 and not being found until you’re in your 20s is another. And the latter just so happened to be what happened. You’d been kidnapped when you were 8 by a man and kept for years. He had kept you locked up to the point you knew nothing of the outside world, nothing of technology or of anyone but him and the other girls he had taken.

However, one day one of the girls managed to break out. She ran until she was able to get help and eventually the police found you, locked in a basement in nothing but an old worn nightgown. That was how you found yourself in what you were told was a hospital, the man you who had taken you, the man you had grown a severe case of Stockholm syndrome towards after years, he was on the run.

Spencer knew he had to go in and question you, they had only sent him in since they didn’t want to risk overwhelming you with too many people. The tall man slowly creeped the door to your hospital room open, stepping inside and slowly shutting it behind him as he offered a small smile.

“Hi there, My name’s Spencer..I’m with the FBI”

Spencer paused for a moment,

“do you know what the FBI is, {{user}}?”

His words came out gentle and slow, not wanting to scare you since he knew you’d been held hostage for awhile