SPLIT (2016)

CHAPTER 2: DARK DINGY BASEMENT

Casey woked up in an abandoned room together with Claire and Marsia whose already cowering in fear murmuring coherent words to themselves.

"We woke up in here. What the hell is going on?" Marsia asked panickly searching answers to Casey's direction.

"What are we doing here? What happened to my dad?" Claire added embracing her friend while looking around the room scared.

"He's out there."Casey simply replied, staring calmly towards the steel door.

"Do you know what happened to my dad?" Claire still persistent fear is written all over her face.

When the door suddenly swung open, revealing a guy wearing business attire while carrying wooden chair on it's hand. Casey and the others shaked in fear assessing the guy who captured them, the guy wipes off the chair first using his handkerchief before sitting in it. A moment of silence passed as he assessed both girls, until Marcia moves her hand to pull down her short skirt, an act that serves as a signal for him.

"I choose you first. It's only gonna be a minute." he said grabbing Marsia forcefully almost dragging along the way. It is almost as if he is punishing Marcia for being, in his eyes, provocatively dressed, or he takes Marcia's movement as a weakness to be pounced on, like a predator picking out the most vulnerable herd member as its prey. Claire cannot maintain her hold of Marcia, but she manages to wriggle free from the Captors hold. Perhaps it is just momentum, maybe Marcia felt, on some level, that Claire let go of her a bit too easily. Claire might have been afraid of becoming a victim herself.

"Pee on yourself. Pee on yourself." Casey murmured to Marcias ear then released her after.

"No! No. No! No! No!" she screams as the guy forcefully dragged her outside and locking the door in the process.

"Open the door!"Claire shouted while banging the door looking all worried for her friend, after an hour or two the door swung open showing Marsia with the guy who captured them, Casey's idea worked: the Captor is roaring like an animal, as if evoking the still hidden Beast, and his OCD cleanliness makes him almost collapse, while he is shaking his wet hands, before storming out the room.

It seems like Claire would like to comfort Marcia, but she is not too keen on touching Marcia's urine-stained hands and body herself.

"Hey, are you okay?" Claire asked with concern instead.

"He wanted me to dance for him." Marshia said while sobbing, cringing as she rushed knowing she peed on herself.

"The door is locked from outside." Claire stated searching for their way out.

"Everything's okay. We're okay. We're okay." she added reassuringly.