They were all related, and it ran in the family, as they said. Liz had to join, though once you join for the women, you cannot get pregnant, though Liz did, which was surrpirsing to all of them. Otherwise, they knew nothing about all of this. There were only one women, not including Liz. It was sad learning about our members social life, and everything about them, even though it said it straight out in the video. We watch the live video, to find the video camera on the floor, and the man, Mark laughing. Lisandee was crying, and yelling at him. She was not in the shot, but Mark was, but with no mask. Before, she had yelled at him, and he had made her angry with words about raping her mother, and raping her as well.
Lisandee's Pov
I sit, sobbing, but stop when I hear a noise. I grab the camera, and gun, facing them toward the darkness. I go to sit by Mark, just to threaten his life later on. "How's it going Mark? Is she any good?!" The man says. He steps out of the darkness, in shock, and stares at me. "Come here, and sit down." I say, faking my weak voice by a hard one. "Honey, you must be really good because I'm not-" He says, but I cut him off by clicking the trigger twice. "You killed him you bi---!" Mark says, and lifts his head, and bites me. I grimace, crying out in pain, and kicking him away. I crawl away, to the other man, and look in his pockets, to find a gun, and drugs. I throw the drugs to the side, smelling them first. I grimace and check the bullets on the gun. "Wanna help me?" I ask Mark. "Baby, I told you what I want. Or you can give me the Crack, and we'll be fine." He says, grinning again. I sigh, and shake my head, no. "I'll be right back. Be good now." I say sarcastically, and roll my eyes. Jogging to the door with the guns and camera, I peek my head, and the camera out. I hook the camera onto the gun I used the most, throughout this long journey. Nobody was in the hallway, which I was glad about. I see an exit sign. Peeking in, I see nothing. It was another room. Could this be a prison? A prison for me. I cuss out loud, quietly, and keep walking down the empty hallway. I see someone walk out of a door, that I had neverseen before. I stare at them, till they see me. "Hey!" He says. I hide the gun in my back pocket, which was very stupid, but it was the only thing I could do. "Hi." I say back, talking so I had a higher self confidence than I had felt. "What are you doing here?" He asks. "Oh just got lost. I'll be heading back now. I stepped out for a ciggarrete." I lie, and he nods. "Oh, do you need some help changing?" He asks. I raise my eyebrows, in surprise. "What?" I ask, offended not only, but blushing of embaressment. "Oh, don't get your thong in a twist girl. Come on. I know you want me." He says. "Who are you anyway?" I ask him all of a sudden. He wasn't surprised. He was drunk. Slurring away his words. "I'm Jake Nedavy. Want an ID. Oh a cop... Come on, you know you want me. What's your name? I'll show you a good time." He says. I grimace. "No, sorry. Do you know where we are?" I ask, leaning forward to make him think 'something'. This reminds me of my past. "We're at a ware house. Honey, this is a crack house. Everyone wants what me and you are here for." He slurs and I take out my gun, with my camera, and walk away. I was panicking now. How could I be at a crack house?!? I cuss multible times, and run into the room where Mark was. I run toward him at full speed, dropping the gun, and I punch him. "What the f----?! You bring me here?! At a crack house?! Your so..." I stop myself. He was untied. How?
