A Home Called Cage

Home called Cage

The darkly shaded basement rank of mold. Light was no where to be found in Kyle's sight. The floor was cemented with concrete.

His hot breath was the only source of heat that seemed to hit the room.

He could only make out the jars that hung from the shelves six feet in front of the stairs. Kyle fluttered his eyes remembering the food.

As Kyle was about to venture, a few thuds came rolling down the stairs. Kyle looked up the faintly lighted stairs.

A figure bounced onto to each and every step, soon at his feet groaning in pain. It was Sam.

"Sam! You decided to come!" Kyle smiled tapping on Sam's shoulder. A crimson, wet liquid now covered Kyle's small fingers. "Sam are... You okay?" Kyle's eyes were huge now.

Only small groans came from the broken figure. Sam rolled over and his plain T shirt drenched in blood.
Kyle looked up to see a big figure coming down, pounding on each slow step he took. His shadow gleamed down the stairs from the light that shined behind him.

"What did you do to Sam!?" Kyle said with his hands over his mouth.
The man didn't say anything, he only came closer every step.

"Uh.. Where's the phone sir?" Kyle's voice cracked. His fear showed through his voice.

"It's too late for that Kyle," Bill said reaching the bottom of the steps with Sam at his feet.

"Where's the food... I'm hungry," Kyle started to look around waiting for a response.

"I'll give u both food soon, I need you to do something," Bill said wrapping a rag around his fist.

Kyle backed up slowly as he saw the man's fists clench. "Uh... I'm not hungry anymore, can I leave?" Kyle backed into the shelves of jars behind him making them rattle.

"You have a purpose here," Bill said pulling an invisible bead of metal that flicked a light on.

The room was now visible. The moldy aroma clouded the air. Across the stony concrete, there lay a cage. There was more than just three people in that basement.

Pairs of three other eyes starred at the commotion going on at the bottom of the stairs. Their thin, lean fingers wrapped around the cage bars that surrounded each one of them.

It was one big cage, bars coming from the floor to the ceiling with their backs facing the concrete wall.

Kyle regained his attention to Bill and Sam, when whimpers came from his guardian that lay on the ground.

*ding* the bell rang from upstairs, the door leading to the stairs soon slammed, assumably the waitress.

Bill fiddled with his pocket, making a jangling sound. He pulled out the same shiny key he used for the glass door upstairs. A monstrous hand came from Bill and clenched Sam's shirt. Bill, with ease, slid Sam's almost lifeless body across the hard ground toward the big cage.

Kyle froze, with his mouth slightly ajar. He whispered, "I dont like this place."

Bill stopped at the cage door, "Get back! Stay back!" The three other figures, two girls and one boy, all looking about Sam's age immediately faced the wall.
They touched the wall with their grimy hands as Bill jangled the keys to the lock... That same shiny key. The door creaked open like rust on a hinge. Sam was thrown onto the floor of the cage, blood still dripping from his head. The figures didn't move.

Bill made a gesture for Kyle to follow, with an impatient sour face.
"No... I dont want to go in there." Kyle stepped back into the shelves again.