Chapter 2 Episode two

Eva opened her eyes to darkness.

There were a few patches of light shining on various parts of the room, but the rest was engulfed by darkness. It took only a couple of seconds before she remembered what had happened, and she bolted off the bed, hurrying to the door.

She tried the handle, but it refused to bulge. Noticed the key in the hole, but turning it clockwise and anticlockwise didn't help either.

Panic filled her as she ran back to the window and threw the curtain open. It was daytime already, even though the clouds hadn't yet parted for the sun to shine. She tried to open the windows. It didn't bulge.

Eva banged her fists against the window with all her might, forcing herself to remain calm and not lose it. Whatever happened last night, at least she wasn't dead. If she could break through the glass and find a way to get out of here, she could find somewhere safe.

When banging didn't work, she began searching the room for tools that would break the glass. She opened drawers, opened the wardrobe, and searched under the bed, but aside from the sheet she slept on, there was nothing else in the room.

Not a single thing.

The bed frame was also made from iron, so she couldn't break the wood and use it.

Eventually, she collapsed to the ground, tired and worn out. Whoever captured her last night must have thought it through, considering that she would try to escape as soon as she woke up.

What did they want with her?

It had to be the werewolf from last night. The one that tried to kill her just before she blacked out from fatigue. Why didn't it just kill her when she couldn't fight back?

Maybe it wanted a struggle. Some werewolves enjoyed that; watching their prey writhe and beg for mercy before they tore them apart.

But it only happened when the full moon came out. Which meant the wolf was probably going to keep her and feed her until the next full moon.

The door opened at that moment, and she shot to her feet, pulling the bedsheet on instinct to act as a weapon.

"That's not going to do anything," a young man said, walking in.

Eva wound a part of it around her palm and closed her fingers into a fist.

"Whoever you are, whatever you think you want to do with me, I assure you that I won't go down without a fight. Before you kill me, I will get a few licks in."

The young man seemed a little confused. "Kill?" Then he smiled. "Is that what you think my plan is? To kill you?"

"Isn't that why you didn't eat me last night? I've heard of werewolves keeping their prey till when they are ready to feast, but I thought it was just hearsay. Seems like you're proof."

She took a fighting stance as he came closer, her heart beating faster. If he actually killed her now, she wouldn't get any licks in. Not with the way her legs were trembling.

Thankfully, he only took a few steps before stopping.

"I-I didn't mean to hurt you yesterday. I wouldn't have, if you hadn't trespassed into my property. That's what the fence is for.

Luckily, Fabian smelled you and came to your rescue. But that isn't why I decided to keep and take every escape tool in this room."

Eva was confused. She couldn't tell if his words were a ploy to make her drop her guard or if he truly meant them.

"What then? Why else would you keep me here? I don't have anything to offer you."

"Not true. The plan was to let you leave once you woke up, but I happened to come into your room late at night, after I changed. You were muttering a name in your sleep. Freya Waite.

How do you know her?"

Her eyebrows raised.

"Freya Waite? I don't know anyone who bears that name. You shouldn't take things people say in their sleep seriously. If that's all, I would like to go home now."

"Oh, no," the young man said as he moved closer, and Eva took a cautious step back. "You cannot call that name and surname and just expect to leave. You know something and you are hiding it.

But it's okay, because I have all the time in the world and you are not leaving until I say so."

Eva was beginning to think she had walked into the house of a psychopath. It was the only way she would be held hostage for saying a name in her dream. A name that she couldn't remember.

And there was the big chance that this man- this man whose hair looked like he'd been electrocuted- needed her to say what he wanted to hear.

"What does the name mean to you?" She asked. If he wanted to hear her admit it, she would as long as it got her out of here. But she needed to know if it would actually give her freedom.

"You are missing the point."

She crossed her arms. "What point? That I might have said a name in my dream, a random name and you're holding captive because of it?

Look, if I did, I don't remember. And the only way I might remember is if you tell me why it's important. Maybe that will jog something in my memory and I'll find your answer."

He seemed to be considering it for a while, but in the end he shook his head.

"No."

"No?"

"I don't know if telling you is the key to giving her power over me. Who knows what kind of agreement you've gotten into?"

Eva didn't feel the need to remind him that she had no idea what the hell he was talking about. He wouldn't believe her.

"Fine. If you're going to keep me here, can I at least get something to eat? I'm starving."

"Oh-"he seemed to have lost his steely glare for a second. "I didn't think about that. I'll get you something."

She shrugged.

He turned to leave and had gone a few steps closer to the door when he stopped. And turned.

"You know what? I must have misheard. I'm sorry for keeping you here and you're free to go."

Oh, she wasn't buying that.

"Just like that? Is this a ploy to have me think I'm free and then you hunt me for sport? Relish in my attempts at calling for help? You might as well give up and end me now, because I know no one is around for miles.

I checked."

He shook his head.

"I don't hunt people for sport and what happened last night...shouldn't have. But, I have a proposition-

There we fucking go. She knew it.

"You look like someone who needs a home. I believe you ran away from yours? As a gesture of my deep regret at keeping you here, I'm offering you a job."

"As what? A trap?" How did he think she'd ever say yes? What kind of...Eva had never been so perplexed at trying to figure out a person in her life.

"No. As my secretary. Until you get back on your feet. You don't have to stay here and I know you won't, considering the sort of first impression I gave off-

"Yeah no kidding," she rolled her eyes. "If we're done here I'd like to get going, please?"

"Sure. But, if you ever change your mind, Fabian will let you in. Just...don't come at night."