PROLOGUE
SOCORRO lies in the bathtub filled with scarlet-colored water in the dark and eerie lavatory. Her right hand sticks out at the side and holds a lighter. The girl's eyes are the windows of her dying soul. A thousand-year stare is what she has experienced ever since she came into that wicked place. Her then rosy-white skin was now bearing fresh scars and cuts covering ever inch of her body. The blood drips and mixes with the water. The girl feels dizzy as she is losing a lot of blood. The stink of kerosene on the old wooden floor spreads out in the air. Her throat and lungs burn as she inhales.
The girl looks like a broken doll waiting to be fixed. She wanted all the things stolen back yet she is aware something that has gone can never be returned. Oh, how she wished she could be gone as soon as possible. Socorro knows that 'he' will come back for her. 'He' is just downstairs, in another room. She does not want that.
Something echoes through the hallways. Socorro shivers in fear as footsteps were slowly coming towards the bathroom. She still hesitates to turn the lighter on. A part of her felt she still wanted to live.
Socorro's eye twitches as she starts to have a panic attack. Her hand accidentally lets the lighter go. The silence has been broken when the fallen lighter hits the ground. The footsteps were getting louder and louder indicating that 'he' is getting nearer. Socorro quickly reached for the lighter on the floor. The pain she felt does not stop her from moving and reaching the flammable object. She kept looking for it but to no avail the room is too dark. The girl did not give up. She continued to search for it. Alas, she found it and clutched it in her hand.
As she gets up, she did not notice the footsteps already stopped. 'His' wide open eyes and grinning mouth was confronting her face. Socorro's heartbeat exploded in fear and shock. She could not scream at all. The young woman gasped air with all her might.
"What do you think you are doing, my little red toy? Did you think you're getting away from me? I am not going to allow you to do that, you know," 'he' said.
"…G-Get away from me, you disgusting monster!" Socorro slapped the man's face.
'He' just laughed at the girl. It is like it did not affect him at all. Socorro fit herself in the opposite corner of the tub. Her body does not have any more strength to stand up. The man knew she could not run away. 'He' grabbed her wrists and reached for the handcuffs attached to his belt. The girl kicked him in the gut but it didn't stop 'him' from getting her secured.
A familiar middle-aged woman with a similar creepy smile enters the room. Socorro screams because she will be tortured again by 2 psychopaths. 'She' pulls out a rope and tied the ankles of poor Socorro. The man gagged the girl with a handkerchief with sedative. Socorro's vision fades. Paranoid giggles from the man and the woman echoes as a body of a young woman is being dragged out of the bloody bathroom and into the dark hallway.