15 ways

Montana is another word for jail

Not even a trace of blood. I run my fingers over the spot where moments ago there was a pool of thick, red blood. Nothing. Mr. Withers gives me a disappointed look. "Emilia, I know it's a Saturday, but no need for the horrible jokes." My jaw dropped open. " But Mr. Withers!" I screamed. "Don't 'But Mr. Withers' me. I don't need your cruel jokes in my facility Emilia!" Mr. Withers shouted. He walked away, as he did I chased after him. "Mr. Withers I swear! She was just there! Lying on her bed, dead!" "No more jokes Ms. Bincome!" my jaw still open, I walked into Lora's room. As I sat down on her bed I heard a noise from the closet. I slowly walked over and opened up the closet expecting to find Lora's body stuffed inside but instead I find a young man, that's when the room goes black.

I awaken to find myself laying in an unfamiliar bed. I look down to find myself stripped of my clothes laying only in my undergarments. I look up to see him staring at me, clearly he has been awake waiting for me to wake up. "What do you want with me?" I whisper. "You were friends with her weren't you?" he replies in a low voice. "What do you want with me?" I say again, this time a little bit louder. "You were friends." he says. "What do you want with me!" I scream, frustrated. "I'm sorry about your loss, but I had to." he says with a smirk. I rise off the bed, my face screaming with anger, adrenaline pumping. "Would you like some water?" he asks. I don't reply. "I'll be right back" he says leaving the room bolting shut the door behind him. I find a pile of clothes and put them on, the shirt is tight, very tight and so are the pants. He walks back in with a glass of water. "Why, don't we look nice." he says. "Who are you?" I say. "Me? Why honey, I'm more interested in who you are" he says. "I'm Emilia Bincome, I'm 19 years old and I'm from North Carolina." I reply through clenched teeth. "Well Emilia, I'm Wyatt. I'm 21 years old, and I'm from right here, in good old Montana." he laughs, sets the glass down on the small table in the room and walks out. I take the glass and stare at the water. "Montana... Why the hell did you take me here!" I scream, throwing the glass at the door. It swings open, "Now, aren't we a little feisty for someone who just took a nap?" Wyatt laughs slamming the door behind him. As the door almost closes I see another door open and see another girl her eyes open wide as another boy walks into her cell.