Chapter 6. Still a Virgin

Tania's POV

He went to the refrigerator in the corner of the basement and opened the door. He removed a small vial; opening a drawer, he pulled out a syringe and filled it before putting it back in the refrigerator. I sat leaning back against the post, frozen with fear.

"Your arm," he said. Trembling, I held it out, and he injected me with whatever that was. It was cold, and I waited for the sedative, but nothing changed.

He tossed the syringe into a bin, then went back to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of orange juice and tossed it to me, then left without a word. As hungry as I was, I practically inhaled the juice. He went back upstairs, and I could hear him in the kitchen.

Some time later, the door opened and my mouth started to drool with the scent. He was carrying a paper plate; on it was a large steak, corn and a baked potato.

"Eat, you'll need your strength," he said. He left it just inside the range I could reach, and I moved for it when he