Walking back towards the stairs, Kennedy opened the plastic med box and checked to make sure it had the appropriate contents. Bandages, tape, gauze, ibuprofen, burn cream, antiseptic... it seemed it was all there. She closed the box and as her foot raised to take the first step of the incline, she was grabbed from behind. The items she held in her hand fell to the floor, a panic ensuing almost immediately. She squirmed, a muffled cry escaping her as a hand reached around to cover her mouth. 

[I]”Shhh, don’t scream! I just want to talk, I swear!”[/I] 

The words did little in reducing Kenn's heart rate and shock. Who the hell does this guy think he is?! She was suddenly being pulled backwards into the dark basement again, to the farthest corner of the cold dusty room. The whole time, her body resisted restraint, muscles pulling away and squirming under her skin as she fought to get free. The words she so desperately tried to get out were distorted and barely recognizable behind the firmly planted hand. Oh, if the man could hear the word choice she had for him he just might be stunned and offended enough to let her go. 

Her assailant had her wrapped up against his body, holding her in her place as they stood idle in the room. His body was warm against her back, his arms strong around her. She stopped fighting long enough for him to get his next line in. [I]“If you promise to not scream I’ll move my hand, but not until! I Just want to talk!”[/I] Her eyes gave an annoyed roll, but she relaxed slightly and let out a heavy sigh through her nose. A barely audible "fine" could be distinguished through his hand, and Kennedy waited for the guy to let her go. [I]He better have one hell of a reason for this![/I]