Unlike before in the darkness, it seemed he was solid and yet only half there. My captor released my right arm but still had one of his arms around my waist. Now that my eyes adjusted, I glanced around the room and noticed we were in a sumptuous bedroom that wasn’t my own. A large bed stood along the wall covered in cerulean and silver coverings. A gray couch with splashes of cobalt sat at the foot of the bed. An antique chest of drawers was to the left of the bed. The carpet matched the colors and brought them together. The lighter blue walls made it seem like the room was awash in twilight. The coolness of the night loomed just on the other side ready to descend over me. “Where are we? How did I get here?” “You’re at my house. We came here by the means of how my kind travels.” His kind? “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re an alien that pursues women and whisks them away to torture them in a plush pad?” A chuckle slipped from his lips. “No. I’m not. I brought you here so we could be alone together.