The Other Marin.

Fear.

Every day that metal door would open. Someone would walk in and then the rest I would try to forget. After that the person would leave and I would be left in the unknown darkness. It was always the same routine.

I wanted to get out of here but I didn't see how it was possible. I was certain that the person keeping me hostage was A and I was frightened. Frightened for my life.

After seeing and hearing of all the things that this person is capable of... I could die in here!

I would do anything just to see my sister and my friends. I wondered if anyone knew I was missing yet.

My thoughts were interrupted when the metal door slid open again. I squinted my eyes until they adjusted to the bright light. However I wished they hadn't because in the door way stood a figure. The outline of a person wearing black clothes.

I felt my heart rate quicken immediately. I had never had a proper fear of something, until now. I feared this person, this illusive figure that I had yet to find the identity of. And let me tell you, it will not be pretty when I find it out.