The Puppet Master

"Mmmmm......" I groaned as I tried to stretch. Haan? Why can't I stretch? I opened my eyes and gave them some time to adjust. First noticed that it was not my room, and the second thing I noticed was that I was handcuffed. How the heck did this happen? Last thing I remember is getting out of the car because of flat tire, and that man....THAT MAN! I was knocked out my thought, when I saw a man come in. "You're awake, I see," he said almost to himself. "No really? I didn't noticed that I was awake, thanks for telling me," I said sarcasm lacing in my voice. "Ah, fierce just how I like, my puppets." "Puppets?" I asked him wide eye and continued, "what do you mean by that?" He chuckled darkly, "you were always a curious little kitten weren't you Silver?" "How do you know my name? And what am I doing here?" I asked anger painted in my words. He sat in front of me and brushed his hand along my cheek, "now, what's the fun in that? You have to wait and see what happens. Think of it as a surprise." He said sweetly almost lovingly, almost. He then stands up and grins excitedly, "I should bring a friend for you! Yes, I should definitely do it, maybe a guy. Yes, that's perfect that's what I will do. You want a friend right? I should go right now." He looked back at me and smiled, that smiled scared me, but I didn't let it show in my face. 'Never show weakness to your enemies," my dad used to say. "I'll see you later my beautiful doll, till then rest," and with a kiss on my forehead he ran out of the house. He's sick was my last thought before I fell into dreamless sleep.