Hearing noises around me I try to clear my eyes. The blackness is deep and I can't see anything. It's as if my eyes are closed even though they are open all the way. Suddenly the ground under me is gone and I feel my body become lighter. Chase must have picked me up. I hear a thud and Chase grunts as if he hit himself. Keys jangle and a door creaks open. As soon as Chase hits the first step a damp and mildew smell hits my nose. Gagging I start to squirm trying to get away from it.
"Oh you're awake" Chase mutters in a far away voice. "I thought I killed you" my voice doesn't allow me to respond so I just roll my head trying to clear my foggy sight.
"Hey baby don't be like that. I just want to talk. I'm glad I didn't kill you. I still think you could be the one. I really do. You're just so damn perfect."
Hearing this I manage to let out a groan. If I'm so perfect why is he doing this to me?
"I'm not gonna tie you up baby. I trust you. Don't make me regret that. I'll be back in a hour to check up on you. Stay here you can walk around but no going upstairs. The door will be locked so you can't leave."
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My groggyness starts to fade and my eyes clear just enough for me to make out what's around me. I seem to be in a basement not on the second floor like I had thought. Looking around I lift up my head feeling a Instant spark of pain flair in the back of my skull. Ignoring it I lean onto my elbow and check out my surroundings. The walls are wooden and rotting leading up to a cement ceiling identical to the floor. Puddles of water and other mystery fluids pile in the corners masking the room in a rotting, damp smell. Taking short shallow breaths I push myself up and try to make my legs work. Instantly pain shoots through me causing me to fall. Trying again I stand timidly and walk towards what looks like a dimly lit hallway.
"Please leave me alone" a girls voice whispers. She sounds tired, her words come out hoarse as if she hasn't drank anything in a few days. "I swear I'll be good. Just please."
"Hello?" I question lightly.
"Who is that?" She says louder calming at the sound of someone else's voice. "Are you tied? Can you come here?"
"I'm not tied." I say walking towards the voice. The sound leads me into a small room. It's pitch black except for the small candle in the corner illuminating the leg of a chair and nothing else.
"What's your name?"
"I'm breanna. What's yours?"
"Allison" I say back grabbing the candle and lifting it in hopes to try and see better. Instantly my breath catches on my throat at the sight of her. Her once tight fitting shirt hangs loosely around her frail frame and her pant have been cut in slits blood lining the cuts holding them together.
"Are you okay?" I ask not sure what else to say.
"No. He brought me down here. Tied me to a chair and left me to die. He hasn't fed me or gave me anything to drink since. The only thing he's done for me is give me these horrible cuts. I was ready to give up until I heard your voice. I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me again."
"Nope I'm really here."
"You're not tied up. Why wouldn't he tie you?" She whispers clearly to herself.
"I'm not sure." I say reaching for the ropes on her wrist. Instantly her face changes into a mask of pain and I stop. "I'm sorry. I didnt mean to hurt you."
"It's okay. Just leave them on." She croaks out trying desperately to talk through the dehydration.
"Don't talk. You're just hurting yourself." As soon as the words leave my mouth I hear the door creaks open and footsteps on the stairs.
"Allison are you awake yet?" Chases sweet yet husky voice bellows. "I have someone I would like you to meet" his footsteps five times as loud in the empty space. Breannas face instantly falls and her eyes open twice their original size.
"Hello breanna I see you've met my beautiful princess. Do you like her? She's just perfect isn't she. She hasn't tried to escape like you did." Walking towards me he pulls me into a hug. Instantly without my permission I calm down. Before this I thought he was perfect. So caring and loving. He told me he loved me and look where that got me.
"Allison I need you to do something for me Okay? Breannas been here for to long. We don't need here anymore. I'd like you to dispose of her for me."
"Dispose?" I squeak not sure if he means what I think.
"Yes. Dispose" he repeats handing me a dull looking knife. "Please. Now would be best."
"You can do it Allison. I've had enough anyways. This is for the best" breanna says in her hoarse voice.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Please do it quick though." She says. Taking a step towards her I put the knife up to her neck. I don't think I can do it. End another humans life. That's terrible. But look at her. She's hurt. She wants me to.
"Come on Allison. I know you can do this." Chase pushes me. "I'll help you baby. I know it can be hard the first time." Placing his hand over mind he pushes the blade onto the skin of breanna's neck. A bead of maroon liquid flows down my fingers and Chase let's out a small laugh. He pushes my hands gently and trails a line through her vein.
"That's all I can do princess. Now either she can die fast or you can let her die in pain coughing on her own blood." The noises coming from breanna as her blood oozes from the wound push me over the edge and I skim the knife easily across the rest of her neck almosy instantly killing her.
"Good job princess." Chase says with admiration clear in his voice before walking off giggling to himself as if that's the best thing he's seen all day.
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