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She had been looking for an hour and a half. There was nothing on the walls, unless she was to short to reach it. She was now working on moving the bed across the room so she could stand on it to reach a bit higher.
As she pushed the bed out of the way her foot collided with something hard. She held back a scream as she fell to the floor grabbing her throbbing foot. She looked down to the ground to see a latch sticking out.
She got on her knees and pulled the latch up but it didn't budge. She frowned and kept trying to pull it up but failing each time.
She kicked the latch again in anger and watched as the hidden door slid open revealing another room. She looked down into the hole. She didn't know whether or not to go down scared she might run into him.
She cautiously stepped down the ladder into the other room. This room was different. All pink. Pink everything. Pink walls, a pink chair in one corner, a small pink table next to the chair and nothing else except another tv and speaker in the top corner of the room.
She looked around and this time saw a door. She ran over and pulled the door open. She carefully stepped out of the room and found herself in a long hallway, almost like a hotel hallway.
She slowly walked down the hallway her eyes scanning everywhere. There were no other doors. No windows. She had no idea where she was or if anyone else was even there with her.
Adrenaline pumped through her body as she turned the corner coming in view of a door at the end of another long hallway. She kept her slow cautious pace as she walked to the door.
She stopped at the door and looked at it. Was anyone even looking for her? Did anyone notice she was missing? Did they even care? Maybe it was best she stayed gone....she would no longer be a burden on her sister...her sister could finally be apart of their parents life again now that she was missing...maybe it's best she just let him kill her...
Her mind swarmed with thoughts. She didn't know what to do. She didn't even know if anyone was looking for her. What if she was fighting for her life for no reason.
She slid down the wall next to the door and brought her knees to her chest deciding to just stay here until he either killed her or someone came and saved her.
Her head rested on her knees as she looked the direction she had just came from. She knew she was being dramatic but she was kidnapped so she was allowed to be dramatic for a bit.
She knew her sister loved her and wanted the best for her, she even disowned her own parents for her. But she couldn't help but let that small voice in her head influence her.
After a few minutes of pouting she got up and dusted off her white sleep shorts. She knew she had to get moving and find a way out. She tried pulling the door open but of course it was locked. So she turned and made her way back to the pink room.
She looked around more. There was nothing new in the room since she had been there and nothing was moved. It was the same stuff as before. What was she supposed to do now? She walked around the room and gently touched the surface of the furniture in the room.
She sat down carefully in the chair and looked around. The guy still hasn't said anything. She didn't know how much time she had since those 2 hours were given to her so she sat in the chair in silence hoping that if she played his game he'd keep her around for a while.