strange attractor chapter two I couldn't eat. I wouldn't

I couldn't eat. I wouldn't eat. Why would I? Why would I give this guy the satisfaction? He stole me. Can you even steal a person? I wasn't sure, but then again here I was.
"Aren't you hungry?" his honey voice was right in my ear, and I couldn't help the relief that rushed through my body. The calmness of his tone constrasted with the headache-inducing city noises. The beeping cars, the skidding wheels, the angry, distant voices of drivers on-edge because they were ten minutes late for work. And then him.
I looked over my shoulder, shivering at the feeling of his warm breath on my face. Something about him, despite his obvious insanity, was... comforting. He was smooth like silk, and every syllable that came out of those lips had me fighting to tell him all of my secrets. "My head hurts."
It took me a moment to realize I was the one who had said it. Why did I bother? What did he care?
"Take these," he breathed, pushing a glass of water towards me and opening his free palm to expose a small white disc. I recognized it as asprin (partly because the word was ingraved into the pill), and reached for it greedily but reeled when I remembered what he'd given me last night.
"No."
He set the pill on the mahogany table beside and turned my body toward his, reaching out a large hand to stroke my cheek. "Don't be afraid. It's just asprin, promise."
I shivered, and it took every fiber of my being not to obey him. "Leave me alone," I yelled, earning a wide-eyed look from my captor. And then smaller, quieter. "Please."
"Why are you afraid of me?" His voice was strained, like he was trying hard to stay calm.
"Why shouldn't I be?" I said. "You kidnapped me."
He clenched his fists -- I could feel his left hand shaking where he held it, still warm against my cheek -- and ripped himself away from me. "Because -- don't you see, Caroline? I did this for you! I did this all for you! Come on, think! You're smart -- I know you're smart! Why won't you just think?"
All I could think was, How does he know my name? And then, as I stared at him where he stood, red in the face a huffing with anger, I realized just how dangerous this man was. He'd managed to sweep me off of my feet and take me from my own birthday party, unnoticed, and I was pretty damn sure he'd be able to do worse. So I took the glass in one hand and the tablet in the other, and with shaky hands managed to take the medicine. "Where's my room?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, our room is over there," he said, gesturing to the place I'd woken up in only about an hour before. "But you're welcome to stay in the guest room until you're more comfortable." He stared pointedly behind me, and I turned around to find a large wooden door.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I walked in and locked the door behind me.
What was I going to do?

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