She was clubbing with her best friend days after her eighteenth birthday in the Big Apple having the most perfect and fun time, until everything went hazy. She woke up in a cellar with her right hand cuffed to a metal rod. Her clothes were torn and her was pounding with an oncoming headache. She heard it. The screams. It pierced the silent air and she sat up straighter. The screams continued for awhile before they were completely cut off and the silence ensued again. Scream weren't what she heard next but a door being swung open and stairs creaking. Then she was pulled up by her hair.All Rights Reserved