Kiley had been so focused on her hunger, and the bag of cookies she had just clumsily snatched from the pantry, that she was unaware of the man standing in the doorway, watching her. Later she would curse herself for being so stupid. That was how all those bimbos in horror movies died. Dumbass decisions and not paying attention to anything around them.
Despite Reginald's best intentions, the sound of his voice scared Kiley and she released a short shriek, dropping the food bundled in her arms. Canned fruit hit her on the toe of her boot. It wasn't terribly painful, but it added to the shock coursing through her and she whipped around, hopping once before she gripped the edge of the island in front of her, her eyes wide as they landed on the owner of the voice.
"Mother effing..." Her curses trailed off, replaced by soft pants. She was prepared to run, or grab a kitchen knife, if need be. It was a man who looked old enough to be her grandpa. He definitely looked like the kind of man who had a lot of money and could totally capture young women and torture them for nefarious reasons. Kiley figured she had a couple choices here. Run. Attack. Both? All she knew was it wouldn't be in her best interest to show fear, or give away that her heart was pounding away in her chest.
"You're in a house," Kiley stated, her tone tinged with sarcasm. "A big one. And if you think I'm going to let you cut me open, or like, turn me into a mutant or something, you're going to be in for a big surprise. So just, you know... stay over there." She waved toward him impatiently, wondering if she could just do some badass movie thing like jumping through the kitchen window. "Who the hell are you?"