Diego

She got food, enough to survive. She got a shower every couple of days. Finally, she got a visitor. He was fit, in his late-30s, Mexican. His henchmen brought in a chair, and he sat down.

"First of all, I would like to apologize for the fact that you were taken. I did not authorize this. I apologize for the fact that my men used you. I did not authorize that either." Carrie looked at him dubiously.

"So will you let me go?" The man smiled sadly.

"I wish. The truth is that I am just as much a prisoner here as you. The military hunts me, the police hunts me. There is no place I can go, and there is no place you can go. If we let you go, they'd be very close to finding me."

"What's your name?" Carrie asked, feeling hopeless.

"My name is Diego," he replied.

"Do you have a last name?"

"You don't need my last name." Fair point, I guess, Carrie thought.

"Where am I?"

"You are in Mexico."

"What part of Mexico?"

"You don't need to know that either," Diego said with a mirthless smile.

"But ... I'm sure people are looking for me. Wouldn't it help you to release me?"

"Actually, they stopped looking for you." Diego brought some newspaper articles from Carrie's hometown newspaper. _Area Girl Missing; Area Girl Feared to be Kidnapped; Area Girl Feared Dead; Search _Efforts Called Off for Area Girl. Carrie broke down sobbing; Diego simply watched her emotional breakdown.

"So ... what do you want from me? I don't have any value." Carrie wiped her tears off with her hands.

"Well, I'd like you to be our guest. If you are willing, you could be quite comfortable here. As I said, we are both prisoners. My cage just happens to be larger."

"And if I'm not willing?"

"Then you will be soon."