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Just out of college, Emma is trying to find a life for herself. With her roommate Nina who goes out every night, almost never helping around the apartment, Emma has to start doing things for herself. Until she meets N...
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My head was pounding and my skin was cold. I wasn't in a bed, I wasn't on a couch, the floor beneath me was hard and had a bad texture to it.
I could barely open my eyes, and when I did, it was dark, there was no light at all. I try to move, but I'm unable to. I started to get frustrated, my heart beating fast as I scream and cry.
I was naked, besides a bra and underwear, and my hair. My hair was gone.
I bring my hands up to my head, feeling how close to my scalp it was. That motherfucker cut off all my hair.
I scream again, louder this time, but my lungs couldn't take it. It was so musty in here that just breathing was a difficult task.
"He's not going to hear you. No one is going to hear you."
I whip my head to the sound, but it was still blackness, though I could see a figure in the distance. It was a male's voice.
"Where am I?"
"The basement. Not all that luxurious right?" He chuckles.
"Who are you?"
"Sao, 11."
"Sao. How do I get out of here?"
"The ladder."
"The ladder, where? Where's the ladder?"
"It's right next to you."
I look around, moving my arms and hands to feel anything, but I couldn't find it.
Then, a beam of light enters the basement, and I could finally see Sao's face. He was pale, and skinny, and he had dark hair and dark eyes.
"Oh, you're up."
He comes down the steep stairs, and Sao was right, it was like a ladder.
I try to back away, but he steps forward onto the chain that was holding my ankle, "You need to eat."
He holds down a plate for me, but I smack it out of his hands, causing it to shatter on the concrete floor.
"Ungrateful bitch," He mumbles as he walks over to it, bending down and picking up the food-covered pieces of ceramic.
He puts all the pieces in his palm, then stands up, walking in front of me, "Lick it."
I look at him, then spit on his face, "Fuck you."
His eyes close, and he slowly wipes the spit off his face, flicking it to the side, "Rude. I am trying to be nice. Unless you just want to starve down here. That would not be fun would it?"
