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~ Chapter One ~

She looks around the dark room, taking a moment to figure out where she is and how she got there. Squinting her eyes a little so the room is clear to her, she slowly stands up with her hands against the cold walls to support her weak body.

She takes a look around, noticing a chair in the corner of the room, not too far away from a bed. She quickly turns the other way, looking at the tiny window at the top of her 'cell'. She sighs when she realizes that it's too small to climb though, and too high up for her to reach. Tears sting at her eyes when she knows there is no way out of this, except the large steel door at the top of the stairs. But she knew that whoever had her wasn't going to let her get away that easily.

She could imagine people waiting for her on the other side, and she knew that she couldn't get through a steel door – she couldn't do the impossible. She bites down on her lower lip as she sits back down, putting her head on her knees, trying to think about how she could get out of this mess.

She quickly opens her eyes, looking around, sighing as she realized she must have fallen asleep. She was no longer sitting down on the floor, but instead was laying on the hard mattress with her arms tied above her head.

She shakes her head, tears dripping down her face as she thought about what could happen to her, if they wanted to do something to her right now, they could because she was completely helpless. She couldn't do anything to protect herself.

She closes her eyes, trying to think about something else, something better than this situation. It's not hard though, anything is better than this. She thinks about all her friends, how much she misses them already. She wonders if they have even noticed she has gone yet? Do they have a profile yet? Are they on their way to help her?

She bites down on her lip, she hates being weak, she always has. She hated just laying there and take whatever punishment they may want to inflict on her. She couldn't do this. She shakes her head quickly, trying to think of a way out of this, ignoring the tears that were making their way down her face.

Her eyes find their way to the boarded up window, she thought about taking off the wood, and then smashing the glass, somehow she could make her body squeeze through it. She could just smash it and then run. She could get out of here, once the ropes were off.

She nodded at her own rational thinking, it was okay, there was a way out of this. Hopefully a way out before things could get messy, before anything could get any worse.

She looked around the room once more, it was dark, so dark. She could hardly see anything. She had no idea what the time was, more tears falling down her face when she realized that it was always going to be dark in this practically windowless room, the dreary decoration, the cold floors – it would never be light.

She thinks about all the pain she knows has gone on in this one room, all the hurt these people have caused so many girls, so many women.

She could just imagine all of them laying in this room just like she is right now. She can close her eyes and imagine all those women on case files – case files that she may have turned down. She could close her eyes and stare at their pale faces, their black eyes – so withdrawn and distant. She shakes her head, opening her eyes, she wasn't going to be a victim. She was never a victim and she wasn't about to become one any time soon.

A/N: Any guesses on who it may be?

They are going to be taken one by one ;)

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