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Primrose

Aisha mewled weakly when the light reached her sore eyes. She tried to shield them from the intense glow to no avail. Slowly, her tired cornea began to adjust to the brightness and she finally managed to get a good look at her surroundings.

She was trapped in a deep, circular pit dug at least twelve feet into the ground. The walls were paneled with alternating gray brick, like a well. The floor was made of concrete and icy cold beneath her quaking feet. A pile of moldy hay sat sadly in the corner next to the bucket she had kicked aside earlier. Her eyes welled up with tears, leaking down her face.

"Wake up, love! It's time for the show!" the loud, charismatic voice drew her gaze upward to the mouth of the pit.

"W—who are you?" she managed to stutter. Her terror made the woman feel sick to her stomach, but she swallowed it down. Ida would be brave. Aisha had to be brave for her. She planted her feet on the ground, steadying herself. She waited patiently to see the face of her captor.

A shadowy figure emerged from the top of the pit and Aisha recognized them immediately as the one from the parking lot of the club.

"Me? I'm Primrose!" the woman bellowed. She was a pompous looking woman with an average face. Her hair was wavy and silver, falling casually over one eye. The woman had dressed in an elaborate cape, pale and covered in a pattern. A matching cap was perched jauntily upon her head. However, despite her looks, she was deformed. Her fingers were curved under like hooks, hanging forward.

Aisha gulped.