The woman he wants.

I opened my eyes and realized that I was in a basement. The air smelled musty and a little sour, like cigarettes and something unpleasant that I couldn't identify. I was so afraid. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt a lump in my throat. I tried to take deep breaths, but it was hard to focus on anything except the fear. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall and well-dressed, and he looked at me with a sort of predatory gaze. It made me feel even more afraid.

"Hello, my dear," the man said, his voice smooth and oily. "I'm so glad to finally meet you in person."

He reached out a hand to touch my face, but I jerked away. I wasn't about to let this man touch me, no matter what he had in mind. I tried to put as much distance between us as I could. But the room was small, and I didn't have anywhere to go.

"Don't be like that," he said, his tone still smooth.

I tried to sound as strong and confident as I could. "I don't know who you are, or what you want from me," I said