10 : 37 am
"you, wake up." buffy whisper-shouted at natalie, "untie me."
"what? i keep thinking this shit is just a fucking dream. i'm still here." natalie sighed, sitting back up.
"can you just help me?"
"do you not see that camera?" natalie pointed to the small, white camera that blended into the white walls.
"shhh. red-head demon is coming."
"i can hear you guys." the 'red-head demon' said, walking into the white room.
"you said you'd help get us out. it's been thirty-two days, red. why am i not at home? i'm tired, i'm starving, and i'm on the verge of suicide." buffy started to get pissed off, "let us out."
"i'm trying. i really am. i'm tired. it's hard with-"
"we don't give a shit if you're tired! how do you think it feels if you were being beaten for something you didn't even do? we have never done anything to you people! let us out!"
"buffy, he's not gonna crack." natalie whispered.
"he's gonna crack. i'm gonna break him. i'm gonna kill him."
"bring in the dose!" the ginger boy sadly shouted.
"you touch me and i pull out my pocket knife and kill you." buffy pulled her untied hands from behind her back and put her hand closer to her back pocket, "i'll slit your throat."
"never mind!" he shouted again, "you don't wanna do this. we have cameras."
"it doesn't work. i'm pretty sure that if i'm be able to tell that it doesn't work if the red and green lights are off, you should too. close the door."
"you don't want to do this."
"ginger, i'm giving you one last chance to go close the fucking door."
he got up and closed the door.
"when'd you get a pocket knife?" natalie whispered.
"during the first week, some red haired chick dropped it." buffy whispered back, "come here, franklin."
"my name isn't franklin." the ginger answered.
"it's gonna be franklin today. put your walkie-talkie down."
he tossed it to the ground.
"you got your phone?" she asked.
"why did you wait a month for you to do this?" natalie asked.
"you've been blacking in and out. it would be too dangerous if i decided to just do it by myself." buffy answered.
"i'm trying to help you, buffy." 'franklin' said.
"do you have your phone? yes or no?"
"no. they take it once i get in here."
"what the fuck is wrong with you people?"
"nothing-"
"there's something wrong with you. normal, functioning people wouldn't keep people locked up in their basement."
"i'm trying-"
"if i get out of here, i'm going to murder you. that's not even a threat. it's a promise."
"why'd you say if? we're getting out of here." natalie whispered.
"it's not guaranteed."
"yes it is. i told you that i'm getting you out. i'm getting you out." franklin said.
"you've been saying that for weeks."
"i've been working on it."
"call the police. it would be two fucking seconds. i'm pretty sure it's been more than two seconds."
"red-head," some different guy walked in, "get out."
"you here to hit me with your old man cane again?" buffy sarcastically asked, "or are you finally letting us out."
"your attitude pisses me off."
"this place pisses me off." natalie said.
"i need to pee." buffy sighed.
"you know where the bathroom is." the guy pointed to the door.
"i'm not using that one." buffy rolled her eyes and went to a nicer looking bathroom.
"did she try to leave?" the guy asked natalie.
"no." natalie lied.
