Please rescue me

Tara sat tied to a very hard metal chair in her own quarters. There was a soft thud from her shower, 'what was that she thought'. She didn't say anything because it might have been someone rescueing her. She didn't pray it was someone to rescue her because she was a Wiccan. A small man dressed in shabby clothing and drenched to the bone snuck in creeped to her desk and stole the computer programme of Saddam. He was  just at the door to the bathroom when Phil turned around
"oi, you" said the demented hologram. The small man didn't turn around he fled into the air ducts,
"oh well never mind. I can use the more advanced programme ... Tria is it?" Tria poped up on screne
"Oh i've hears of you it's Phil isn't it, your Tara's boyfriend"
"Well you could say that" and with that he transfered his files to Tria's programme. He faded out for a moment as the files were moved over. Tria's face changed, the features became more evil and the eyes redened "No, not Tria" Tara whispered...