A/N: Here's a very badly written chapter. Sorry if it's confusing.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.

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Wednesday was hungry. Really, really, hungry.

She had no idea where the hell she was. She was in a corner; duck tape was stuck to her mouth, her ankles and wrists tied together.

It was really cold. The room was concrete, with small windows streaming in dirty sunshine.

She glanced up at the guy. He smiled at her like a shark, ready to hurt her and rip her to shreds.

She whimpered. She begged. He shook his head and took off his glasses.

She finally saw his eyes. God, if she had seen his eyes, she never, ever would've gone with him. Dark, cold, malicious, bringing chills down her back.

He walks toward her. She stared out the windows, trying not to think about it. She thinks about old TV show jingles, old songs, anything that's not here and now, anything that wasn't her mother or Stanley or Willy.

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The sunlight was gone. She glanced down at the floor. He was asleep. Good.

As silently as she could, she fumbled around in the dark for the keys. Her hand locked around a small metal object. Good.

She fumbled at the ropes around her ankles to get them united. She eventually got them unlatched, even though one was still wrapped around her ankle.

She heard a groaning noise. Her head snapped back, to see him roll over and keep snoring.

She scowled and stood up. She went do the door and fitted it into the lock. The door creaked open. Easy enough.

She saw a set of stairs ahead her. She stepped cautiously onto them. She glanced back to see if he was still asleep.

He still was. That bastard. She hated him. She hated him so much.

Quickly, she slammed the door close and locked him in.

As she went up the stairs she heard him banging on it with stone fists. It gave her a little satisfaction. ________________________________________________________________________

When she got home, everyone was pacing around, anxious.

They cried and tried to hug her but she pushed them away. It was all distorted, like they were underwater.

Willy didn't let go of her. She wanted him to. She hated them all. She was embarrassed, embarrassed because of what happened to her. She was afraid that if they looked into her eyes, they would know. They could never know.

"Where were you?" he finally demanded, getting angry.

She finally exploded. "What, am I a child? Leave me alone!"

She shoved him away and ran up to her room. She locked the door behind her and fell onto her bed.

She listened to them talk. She couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down her face. She cried silently, until she fell asleep.