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It was pitch black. All you could hear was water drops from the ceiling and the shuffling of feet. I flickered my eyes open to find my vision blurry as I wiggled around, a burning sensation developed on my wrist. Rope, I was restricted from my movements. The ropes held me down to a wooden chair. I began to squirm to loosen them, but no use. My focus shifted upwards to see Brad and his companion.

“Whe-where am I?”

“Great move that you pulled. But it didn’t get you anywhere but in this chair.” Brad stated. My vision cleared up to see them two smiling. My facial expression froze as Minho walked towards me and bent down to my level.

“Nice to meet you again. Sorry about the arm.”

My eyes gazed into his soul, my face boiled with anger, and my breathing went silent. I made Minho jump a bit when I scooted forward, coward.

“We knew you were here; it was only a matter of time. For a second, I didn’t think I would get you. It seems like luck was on my side.”

“What are you going to do to me? Where’re my friends?” I said. His laughter filled the room as he walked away. I didn’t realize how much I was moving because I ended up on the floor. I couldn’t help but hold back tears as I viewed the area. Depressing.

We must be in the monitor room as there are so many cameras. I lay here for a minute, trying to find a way out, but nothing was coming to me. Whispers entered my ears from somewhere in the room. “That’s not their voice... hello?” I softly said in case Brad was outside the door.

“Ellie? It’s me, Brandon. I knew it would be you.”

What a sign of relief to hear his annoying voice again. Evan will be static to find out he’s alive. “Brandon. You are alive, thank you.” I smiled. He began to explain his story and how he got here. He was drugged in his sleep and dragged here. He was forced to have sex with Aria and other unspeakable things. This made my stomach turn, and I wanted to throw up. To watch them do it because his pleasure is sick.

My whole soul left my body without warning. I tried to compose myself before asking where Aria was. They told me how she was dragged through those doors and never to be seen again. “Do you guys know how he is doing these kidnappings? Has he talked about it?” I asked curiously.

“He studies them months beforehand, following their every move. I don’t know how he gets personal medical records, but he does it. I guess Minho helps him. He incapacitates them and takes them without notice.” Brandon stated.

I KNEW IT!! Nobody can move that fast at a scene. Brad knows this area as he knows computers. Once he has his prey– he will strike. If he does get help, then everything will go smoother. “Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?”

The two agreed with my statement. Brandon points out an escape plan. One of them could untie my ropes if I can get close enough. Do I have enough strength to push myself towards them? My head shifted back to see, but it didn’t help. Only the sounds can guide me. Getting ready, I scooted back with force.

Brandon and John made sure I was going the right way. Footsteps entered the hallway, which made me pause my movements. The boys went back into hiding. Brad walked in. “Ready to go, my princess?”

“Fuck off,” I told him. He aggressively takes me by the arm and sits me back up. He held my wrists together and untied my restraints. Once I was free, he dragged me out, but I wasn’t leaving without a fight. My legs started to kick about, making him trip a little.

Tugging from his grip, he let go— I began to run. Not knowing where to go, I ended up running through unknown territory. Out of breath, I met a dead end. Furious, Brad came around the corner and stared at me with lust. This is where I make a stance.

The devil cracked his neck before reaching out to me. Without a second thought, I bit him. “AHH! Goddamnit! You are so stubborn.” Brad yelled out. I spit out the blood that leaked into my mouth; I glared at him.

I knew I was in danger; he quickly choked me and pinned me against the wall. My feet came off the ground as he lifted me. Struggling for air, I use what’s left to break free. The more I moved, the tighter the hold. A punch came out of nowhere. It caught me off guard.

“There’s more where that came from. Be a good girl, okay.”

“No,” I said aggressively. He grinned devilishly then he knocked me out.

Sobbing was the only thing that filled my ears; I was dragged through some muddy hall. My body stopped as the sound metal door opened. I tumbled on the ground as I was tossed in like a ragdoll. The door closed as footsteps entered the area.

My blindfold was stained with tears as I struggled to get free. Cold and rough hands touched the bottom of the blindfold. Once light hit my eyes, I began to scan around. “LET ME GO!” I mumbled as a gag covered my mouth, preventing me from screaming.

Brad picks me up bridal style and places me on the rotten mattress. He didn’t hesitate to tie my arms and legs to the bedpost. Once the gag came off, my mouth went flying. “Fuck you, you sick per-” A smack sound echo through the halls. It left me in a shocking state.

“You be a good girl while I bathe you.” The stranger said with a weird tone. Squirming around to get loose, I heard whimpers in the other cells. So, I was here with others. Brad pulled out a bucket full of water and began to wash my wounds.

“You were hard to get. I had to get rid of people to have you in my hands. Now that you are here, the party shall begin.”

“Fu-fuck you and your twisted mind, sicko.” I spat at him. What a wrong choice considering he has the upper hand. Yanking my hair, he places a butcher knife by my throat.

“I can see that you will be fun to torture. I will break you down like the others.” He laughs menacingly. “So, sit tight and enjoy your stay. My home is your home.” He left the room still laughing. Once that door was closed— I started to sob, wondering how it ended like this.