The hot August sun barely makes it's presence known under the thick foliage of the forest. It's late evening and there's a refreshing coolness found under its cover. There's a lonely figure taking advantage of this drop in temperature, as the load he's carrying would be too burdensome in temperatures being endured in the unshaded areas. He's left his car a couple of miles back at the edge of the forest, in a deserted area. It was as well he wasn't driving any further, as the smell emanating from the trunk when he opened it, indicated that his cargo was getting cooked in the stifling temperature within. He stops and drops the dead weight on the ground and slumps down against a tree. He takes a cigarette out of his shirt pocket. As he lights it up the thought comes to him that if he didn't smoke these things he would be in better shape and able to make his trek without stopping. He dismisses it as quickly as it came and inhales deeply and a smile of satisfaction dances on his lips from the thrill of the nicotine and the sight of his load laying at his feet. As he usually does at the important times of his life, he opens a conversation with his dead wife.

"Angie. The time has come. Everything's finally in place. I'm I ready you ask? Yes I'm ready, I never been more ready for anything in my life. This moment has filled my dreams. The thought of this moment has propelled my feet, kept them moving one in front of another. It has helped me to battle through the blackness that is with me every morning I wake up without you next to me. How I would love to lie down and join you, to have your perfume fill my senses, to feel your kiss once more on my lips. The first time I kissed you, I thought it could never get better than this, but each kiss was better, as each time I fell more and more in love with you. I never felt like I deserved you and I always expected you to come to your senses and leave me but to be taken from me and cruelly broken and tossed aside as unwanted trash, is unforgivable and a price must be paid. You were too lovely to stay in this world, but I needed you, this black, dirty world needed you. Ha! Hear that Angie, I'm paying back the whole world."

He stands up wanting to be on his way towards his destination, bringing his dream closer. His cigarette is half smoked he throws it down and it lands on his load, he studies it for a moment and smiles as he steps on it a crushes it until the flame goes out. He brushes it off and lifts up his load and continues on his way. He notices it feels lighter and silently thanks Angie for her help.

The final two miles are easier than the first. He drops his load again and searches his pockets for the key. He struggles to open the door as the strain and excitement causes his hands to tremble. Finally it's open and he switches on the light. He drags his load over the step and into the middle of the room. He attaches a foot long chain, soldered to a metal plate heavily screwed in the floor. It proves difficult as the cuff is a fraction too small, a thrill runs through him as he hears a cracking sound. He heads to the fridge, taking out a case of beer, and walks over and looks down at his 'load' come captive. Rage and delight courses through him in equal measure and he hurls a swift kick.

"Piece of garbage!"

He smiles at the blood dripping from his victims nose. He checks the restraints on his wrists and ankles, and satisfies himself they're capable of holding against any escape attempt. There's no need for a gag, there's no one to hear him yell, or scream for that matter. He pulls out a bottle and sitting down he takes off the lid, Having a long refreshing swallow, he gets himself comfortable and enjoys the satisfying results of his days work.

After two beers and a check of his watch he knows he needs to leave, before his captive wakes up, he wants him to spend a couple of days alone, he has a camera set up so he can enjoy the desperation growing as the man wonders if he's been left to die.

He stands up and picks up some scissors lying on top of the fridge and cuts away the man's clothing clean up will be easier this way. He puts the scissors back and satisfies himself with one more delicious kick.

"Don't you worry Mr. Jane, I'll be back and then you'll really wish I'd left you to die."

He lets the door bang closed behind him and locks the door.