Second Chance

Chapter 61

Ugh....worst. Hangover. Ever. What was I even doing last night? Was I at another party? Am I still in Alexis's house, and everything else that has happened to me was all just one twisted fucked up dream? No. There's no way. It all felt too real. Riley died. DK died. Even I died. That was all real, but all I need to do right now is open my eyes.

Reluctantly, I slowly peel my eyes open, and I half expect to be laying in a rich girl's bed completely naked. Apparently not though, as I am in a completely different room that I totally don't recognize. I'm also fully clothed, but my hands are zip tied together, and I'm tied to a table in the back corner of the room. Kinky.

I look around, trying to take in my surroundings. It looks as if we're in a room of a house. Maybe a bedroom or something. There's no windows or anything, but there is a door directly across the room from me. Besides that, the room is completely empty. Well, almost completely empty.

I look to my right and see a fuming Morgan tied to a pipe that is tucked in a small corner of the wall across from me. She appears to be trying to wiggle her hands out of the zip tie, with is certainly impossible.

"You know that's not going to work, right Morgan?" I question, giving her a resigned look.

"We need to get out of here." She snaps, glaring at me.

"Hey, it was your idea to come here." I point out.

"Yeah, but you're the dumbass who walked towards the scary noise." She shoots back.

"Okay, we can blame each other all day, but that doesn't stop the fact that we're zip tied to furniture in someone's house." I reason.

Before she can keep arguing with me, the door to the room opens, and in walks a teenage boy a few years younger than me. A few seconds later, a little girl walks in after him, probably no older than ten. They look pretty similar, meaning they're probably siblings. They both have blonde hair and blue eyes with pale skin and tattered clothes.

"Who are you?" The boy asks, eyeing us suspiciously.

"No one." Morgan answers. "We're just passing through. Who are you?"

The boy hesitates for a moment, then says. "I'm Misha, and my little sister is Sasha. No one touches her."

His gaze shifts over to me as he says this, and I sigh. "It's pretty hard to touch anything with my hands bound."

"That's just for precautions. We don't want you leaving so soon." The way he says that unsettles me. There's something about these kids that just creeps me out.

"What do you mean?" Morgan asks.

Misha looks at her, but doesn't answer her question. Instead, he says. "It's time for dinner. Let's eat."

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Morgan and I sit uncomfortably on wooden chairs in the dining room. The space is dimly lit by candles on the table, but besides that, the only things on the table are plates, forks and knives.

There are eight people total here. Misha and Sasha, their parents I'm assuming, an elderly woman who I'm assuming is their grandmother, and another girl that looks to be about Maria's age. She keeps eyeing me, but not in an attractive way. More like a 'she wants to eat me alive' kind of way.

Morgan finally breaks the uncomfortable silence, as she says. "So, uh, what's for dinner?"

At first no one answers, but after a beat of silence, the mother says in a high voice. "Oh, how silly of me. We should introduce ourselves." Which is weird because that's not what Morgan asked. "I'm Shelly, my husband is Frank, our oldest daughter is Besha, our son is Misha, our youngest daughter is Sasha, and my mother is Murtle."

Shelly, just like Misha and Sasha, is very skinny and pale with blonde hair and blue eyes. Frank is quite the opposite in body structure, and he has brown hair and a beard. Besha has the same brown hair, but her body structure is like her mother's. Murtle, on the other hand, has almost yellowish skin and glazed eyes that stare off into space. She also isn't moving at all, and I'm wondering if she's even alive.

"Why are we here?" I randomly blurt, feeling very uncomfortable with the situation I'm in right now.

"We like to have company over for dinner sometimes." Besha says, giving me a seductive smile.

"So why did you have to knock us out and capture us first?" I demand, at this point not caring if I'm being polite or not. I just want to get the hell out of here.

None of them answer this time, they all just give me blank stares. I glance at Morgan, who's giving me a 'don't make them mad' look. After a moment, she speaks again. "Thank you for the offer, but we really need to get going."

We both stand up, but before we can get anywhere, Frank jolts up too and slams his knife into the table, making us both jump. "You can't leave. We haven't made dinner yet." Misha informs us with wide eyes. "We're having something very special tonight. Guests sure do taste delicious."