I wake up in a dim lit room. I'm shackled and chained to the wall. Theres candles and a torch on the wall.
"Morning." A voice says. I try to wiggle my way out of the shackles. Of course it doesn't work. And I'm stuck. The person comes out of the dark. Its a man with light brown hair and who looks fairly young but has to be at least twenty seven. He smiles creepy and sets a chair down and sits in it.
"Don't be scared." He says. The way he talks just makes scared. This guy isn't some stranger who wants to help me. First of all he kidnapped me. Secondly he shackled and chained me.
"Who are you?" I ask trying to break free.
"Names Ron. I been watching you." He says softly. Watching me!! Oh shit... I better get out here fast.
"Watching me?" I say and shallow. I feel a lump in my throat and my stomach churns.
"Yes, you been a that at first getting the car. What's his name? Oh yeah!!Ethan!!" He exclaims. This guy has been watching me from the beginning. I need to escape, run. My senses are telling I gotta ran. I can't though.
"You and group are a very interesting." He says and claps his hands together.
"You have this sense of willpower. Strength. I never had that as a kid. I was beaten. Everyday my dad would be waiting. His firm leather belt in his hands. The way it bruised me." He says darkly.
"For a couple of kids. I wouldn't have expected you to so long." He says each word slowly. He traces his finger from my face to my neck.
"Hmm." Then he picks up a piece of hair and twirls it in his hand.
"Such beautiful hair." He coos. I feel sick. Tears run down my eyes. I want to go home. I miss my friends. I'm weak and powerless. I need them. I need Ashley. Someone.
Ashley
I wake up in the morning with the daylight coming through the window. I stretch my arms and look over at Clare and Jazmyn. I don't see Anissa. Maybe she's just in the breakfast area.
I go down to the breakfast area. I don't see her. Everyone else comes down.
"Morning." Jackson yawns. I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Clare." I say.
"Yeah?" She says and raises her eyebrows. She can tell the concern over my face. That I'm worried about something.
"Where's Anissa?!" I ask concerned.
"I don't know." She says and looks at me wide eyed.
