A Fresh Ending

Chapter 3

I did my best to ignore my surroundings for the next few days. The sweet interaction between Steve and Noa didn't settle well with me. The feeling I got when he spoke to her was unsettling. He sounded like he cared. You would think she cared for him too by the way she spoke and acted, but I knew differently. Noa wanted to play on the man's emotions so he would let his guard down and she could escape.

I heard her the night she returned from her little date with Steve, puking up whatever he fed her. She lied to him, deceived him, and allowed him to think she wanted to know more about his life. Steve opened up to her, and she let him believe she felt something for him.

I learned that same night, Steve had someone new to dissect for his fetish. I had been here longer than that girl, longer than Noa. Steve had yet to take anything from me, which totally confused me. Why did Steve leave me alone, only talking to me a handful of times, making sure not to neglect my needs? Would I ever get the nerve up to ask him his reasons?

A beep echoed through the basement. Oh, how I despised that sound, especially when it opened Noa's cell. My stomach turned a bit when it was my cell opening. I sat at my vanity slowly combing my hair. I kept my eyes locked on my reflection as Steve entered. He shuffled around the room, his gaze remaining on my form.

"Still won't speak to me, huh," he mumbled quietly.

Steve's voice was always so calm when speaking. He never once raised his voice towards me, even with my silence, which I thought would for sure anger him. He had always been like that, even when he explained why he locked me in this cell.

Steve stood behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, while I continued to run my comb through my hair. He cocked his head to the side, taking the comb from my hand and continuing my work.

"Will you ever talk to me?" he asked, placing the comb on the vanity.

Steve moved my chair to face him, crouching down, taking my face in his hands. He studied my face a bit before speaking.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Never once had he apologized to the other girls. Then again, I don't know what he says to them when he takes them out of the basement.

"I hurt you, and it's left you like this," Steve expressed, trying to read my face for some emotion.

I remained unfazed by his words, even if everything he said made me feel different emotions.

"I have some things to take care of tonight, but I'm going to fix you, my sweet girl," he declared, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

I stayed in my chair, eyes locked forward, waiting for Steve to leave my room. My heart raced as the man rose to his feet, leaving me alone to figure out what the fuck just happened. I placed myself on the bed, trying to understand what it all meant. Did he actually care about me? Did he want to fix me without taking me apart, piece by piece?

Screaming, lots of screaming, pierced my ears, echoing through the entirety of the house. I moved my body to sit up, waiting to see what would happen next. Steve's voice cried out through the house at Noa, cursing her. I pushed myself into the corner of my cell, knowing that she had hurt Steve or done sometime to him to cry out in what seemed like pain.

"You fucking bitch," Steve yelled.

The door opened and closed at the top of the stairs, Noa panted, running down the stairs. One by one, each cell was opened, including mine. I remained still listening to Noa, helping some girl named Mollie. I concluded that the two must have known each other. My guess is Mollie must have come looking for Noa, and Steve got the best of her like he did all of us.

The girls' voices echoed around the basement as I sat there, trying to figure out what I wanted to do next. Did they believe they could get away from Steve? Could I get away and go back to my world? A world that was beyond cruel to me. Steve treated me better than I ever was in the outside world.

I watched three girls pant past my open cell, never looking in my direction. Did they forget that I was there? I slowly rose to my feet, waiting to see what would happen next. I didn't even know what I would do after leaving this basement. I knew I wanted no part of Noa's plan.

Steve screamed once again. I flinched at the sound, knowing the scream was one of pain. I took my time to make my way out of my cell and up the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs, I listened for movement or voices. I heard Steve's voice calling for Noa, but that came from outside. I was left alone to run if I wanted, but entering the kitchen area, I saw blood everywhere.

"Noa!" Steve called out again in anger. "You lied to me!" he screamed into the night. The strain in his voice revealed to me that he was in pain, alot of pain. "I'm going to kill all you fucking bitches!"

I didn't know if I should follow the voice or return to my cell. I didn't want to die at the hands of Steve. I didn't want to die at all, but it sounded like someone was going to die tonight when a gunshot rang out through the air.

I stepped outside, listening to Steve call out for Noa. Bile pooled in my mouth, hearing him apologize to her. I groaned, shuffling towards Steve's voice. I didn't know what would happen when I reached him, I just needed to get to him for some reason.

More gunshots reverberated through the night air, my hands covering my ears. I prayed that tonight didn't end badly for me. I remained unharmed this long, dying of a gunshot would actually suck.

"Hey, fucking half dick," I heard not far ahead of me, before the gun fired again.

I quickened my step upon hearing the girls attack Steve. What happened next, I couldn't tell. The moment I picked up that gun, everything went black. I wouldn't know what happened that night till I woke in a room days later that wasn't my normal cell.