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Rock Street, San Francisco

Shadows danced across her face as she locked the front doors to her bar. It was past midnight, and an unusually dark, heavy fog clouded the NYC air. She looked up to see the flickering light of her bar sign. ‘Strange,’ she wondered, ‘the batteries were replaced yesterday…’ She started walking on her usual route home. She didn’t notice a man, who had been following and watching her for a week, slip into the alley behind her. Adelyn kept on walking, indifferent, checking her phone which was like a bright beacon in the night. Time passed, and slowly, his footsteps became louder as he walked towards Adelyn. Adelyn noted that someone was behind her but didn’t pay any mind. She had come to a halt to engage in a heated argument with a friend. She stood there for some time tapping ferociously when a hand forcefully clamped over her mouth and pulled her into the darkness. There was a muffled scream and then nothing. Ropes tying her hands behind her back, Adelyn lay under only light bulb in the cold, gray room, motionless. The others, avoiding the light and huddled in the corner of the room, knew why she was there, as they were there for the same purpose. Time passed, and she started to regain consciousness, slowly sitting up. After she took a glance around, not noticing the five others and realizing that her hands were tightly bound by ropes behind her back, started to shout for help. When the others hurriedly shushed her, her eyes widened in fear, and she scrammed to edge of the room, avoiding the strangers.”Who are you?” Adelyn cautiously asked while observing her surroundings. She was in a dark, gray room with no windows. There was only one door, but she assumed that it was locked. A bony silhouette came closer to the light. It belonged to a girl, no more than 17, whose bones protruded out of her pale, purple skin which was as shallow as paper. Her hands were also bound behind her back. She quietly answered, “Don’t be scared! My name’s Bethany. We’re not going to hurt you. We were taken from a man, just like you were.” “How long have you and the others been here?” “I’ve been here the longest. I don’t remember how long I’ve been here. There were people who were here before me but they…” Bethany was on the verge of tears. “We have to get out of here! That guy is a psychopath!” There was no reply from the others. Adelyn looked at Bethany when she realized Bethany was staring behind her. Fearing for the worst, she slowly turned around to meet that psycho herself. Without a moment’s notice, her captor raised his hand back, and whipped it across her cheek, the slap echoing off the walls. Losing her balance, Adelyn crumpled to the floor. “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!” the captor thundered. Getting up from the floor, she stood, her 5’3″ body a mere ant against the 6’5″ body of the captor. “You’re a creep! You deserve to die!” Adelyn spat back clutching her cheek. As soon as the words escaped her lips, she received a blow to the head. Adelyn’s petite body crashed onto the floor. She crumpled into a ball, the pain making her body throb. Through her pain and tears, she looked up her captor. He had a disgusting, wicked smile on his face. He walked past her and grabbed a gaunt, teenage boy who looked like a living skeleton. The captor grabbed him by the boy’s bindings and dragged him across the room. Adelyn watched in fear as the boy was dragged out. The captor paused momentarily, turning his head to face her, “Don’t worry… You’re next.” He dragged the boy out of the room and slammed the door shut. The others rushed to help Adelyn who was still collapsed on the floor. “What are we going to do? We’re all gonna end up dead if we don’t escape!” Adelyn cried. “There’s no way to escape,” Bethany assured, “Caleb, the guy who captured all of us, always locks the door and there are no windows.” “We have to find a way out!” Adelyn pleaded. “Even if we manage to get out, we’re all tied up. Besides, we don’t even know what will be outside that door. This building could be in the middle of nowhere. I’m sorry, but it’s hopeless.”

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