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"You know why you're here?" The first words she heard when she woke up, uncomfortably, she might add, seeing as she was tied to a chair with metal binds.

Instead of replying, she chose to looked at her surroundings, and found herself in a circular metal room, the only light source being the lamp the hung above her.

"Not answering I see. Very well then, I suppose I won't answer your questions either."

Her eyes immediately turned to the man who spoke, her eyes widening when she saw him.

"You!"

"Hm, that sounded like a question. But I'm not answering your questions, now amI?"

"Let me go you filthy, son of a –"

"And since you probably won't listen to my demands, why should I listen to yours?"

"Stop with the games. Why am I here? What are you doing? How did you get out? When—"

"I thought I wasn't answering questions."

She grunted, her eyes following his every movement as he circled around her.

His footsteps echoed in the room as he continued eyeing her.

She could only gasp when he brought his head down to rest on her shoulder from behind.

"So…" His breath was hot, spreading over her cheek and neck, and she did everything not to respond to his movements.

"Are you willing to answer my questions now? An eye for an eye, right?"

Slowly, she nodded, realizing that was the only way she could figure out where she was.

"Where am I?"

He smirked, knowing that would be her first question, and chuckled into her shoulder.

"Impatient today, aren't we? But I'll answer that when you answer my questions."

She stayed quiet.

"Let me tell you something Samantha." Her eyes widened at the sound of her full name. "You and your friends, Clover and Alex… you're very close, aren't you?"

"What did you do to them!"

His smirk grew wider. "Nothing. That was a waste of a question Samantha, seeing that you care so much for your friends… but they…"

"What are you talking about?"

He raised an eyebrow. "So curious today. But I might as well tell you." He moved away from her, turning his back to her.

"You see… they left you here."

The shock hit Sam like a tidal wave.

"N-no, t-they wouldn't do that."

"… Wouldn't they? I mean, after that fight you guys had, I can't imagine them ever forgiving you." He turned to face her. "Especially since it was yourfault."

Sam visibly shook.

"So then they think, hm, what a wonderful way to get revenge! Leave her here to die!"

"NO!" She screamed at him, allowing him to see her face full of tears. "They wouldn't do that! They're my friends!"

"Are they? I'm sure I specifically heard Clover saying 'I don't need to be friends with a bitch'."

More tears fell down her cheeks. "N-no!" She hiccupped. "S-s-she didn't, didn't—"

"—Mean that? I'm sure I could run a lie detector and prove it to be true, seeing as the way she said it was so convincing—"

"No… no, no…"

"You and I both know the truth Samantha. She hates you, and there's nothing you can do about it."

He smirked, seeing her slumped and weakened form.

He had broken her.

"Of course, you could always join me."

She froze.

"Give them a means of revenge. Show them what they lost."

'And what I gained.'

"But… no! I won't!"

"Think about it Sam. You don't even haveto join me, just… pretend."

"Pretend? But… but they're my—"

"Friends don't leave each other for dead Sam."

And with that, her figure and her reaction, he knew she agreed with him.

Um. Hi!

So, it kinda reminds you of The Stalker and the Prey, right?

Think again.

This is different. WAY different. Trust me on that. I don't have itcompletelyplanned out, but this is REALLY different. You might see whyit's different in the next couple of chapters.

I will still continue Playing the Prey, I have some ideas but it's all jumbled right now.

I hope you will enjoy this. Well, considering how it might end, not really. But it will be good!

… I hope.

Love,

Ivy