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He was lonely, afraid, and worried. Down in the gloomy basement all alone, he waited. He was going crazy with no one to talk to, and being completely unaware what was going on. All he could do was, play the waiting game and sing some Big Time Rush songs. He was delirious by this point by hunger and thirst, his arms and legs had gone numb. He wondered multiple times had he been forgotten. He began to worry that he was going to rot in this dungeon and die from dehydration.

Then he heard the faint grating scrapping sound, and at first believed it was a hallucination caused by his hunger. Then the black silk shirt of Maslow entered his view.

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He was faintly aware of a glass being pressed to his lips and a small amount of cool liquid slid down his parched throat. He remembered coughing, and the cold hand that ran through his hair. He remembers seeing 'her' eyes, and the rage that filled his gut. He remembered falling unconscious.

When he woke up it was slow. He found himself looking hazily around a room lined with indoor plants. He faintly realized he was inside a green house. His hearing returned slowly and he was able to pick up the recognizable noise of water hitting rocks, a waterfall. He could hear soft humming directly in front of him and he forced his head up to stare blankly at 'her'.

She was sitting at a glass table in front of him cutting up what looked like fruit with a little blade. Her humming stopped when she looked at him.

His mind catching up with his body he glared at her. "Bitch…" He trailed off surprised by his own word choices. He had never said that word before.

The woman seemed unfazed. She only smiled and raised a perfect eyebrow her white teeth glinting making them look more like canines then teeth.

"Is that anyway to treat a lady, Kendall?" Kendall broke his gaze with her gasping for air.

"You're no lady," he accused. He wasn't quite certain what in the hell she was but Maslow was right, expecting humanity from this woman was a mistake.

The woman stood her dark green dress so tight it looked like her skin. She flipped her long braid over her shoulder picking up the clear platter of cut up fruit, and moved out of his view.

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Don't let her break you, Kendall. Blood seeped from the blonde's lip as he bit another hole into it. Fourteen slashes and he hadn't let out more than a whimper. He readied his body for another blow, but it hadn't come.

He risked opening his eyes and came face to face with 'her'. She was inches from his face her dark eyes studying every inch of his face. It was the first he had ever seen any emotion from her besides her creepy smiles. She was annoyed.

The thought made his pulse quicken and his stomach churn, and an inner voice told him to beg for forgiveness. He wouldn't – he clenched his jaw and stared at her forehead instead of her eyes.

"Bitch…" He hissed.

Her hand snuck out like a snake, her fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed. He was instantly fighting for air. Blackness seeped into his vision and he was sure the woman was going to kill him. Then her hand was gone and he could breathe again.

He needed not look at her to be aware of her anger. He could feel it, rolling off her body in layers of intense heat. A small but crazy powerful fist connected with his stomach making blood fly from his moth and made him cough. She wasn't even hitting him hard, he realized.

"There is more than one way to break a dog." He heard her hiss. "Take him to the hole, Maslow. Water three times a week; get him out of my sight."

Kendall waited until he was sure the woman was gone to break down. Tears seeped from his eyes and violent body shaking sobs racked his body. He really wanted to see his friends.

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James, Carlos, and Logan all sat on the bed near the window, whispering softly to each other.

"Do you think Calani will help us escape?" Logan asked directing his question to Carlos who had been around the girl the longest.

Carlos shook his head. "I don't wanna get her in trouble by asking." The boy said softly. "She's really nice and I think she's afraid of 'her'."

They hadn't been having much luck coming up with plans of escape. "I guess we'll have to wait on Kendall. He's the big plan maker anyway." James says wincing a little trying to get us to his hurt back.

They all nodded and turned towards their door as Calani came in like a whirlwind. "Get up, get up she is calling for you." The girl tore open the wardrobe in the room throwing cloths onto the nearest bed.

"Wait what?" Logan asked getting carefully to his feet. "I thought you said Kendall would be coming today."

The girl shot all of them an apologetic look.

"Your friend is very strong willed, which can be a blessing and a curse." The girl noticed they all looked stricken. "He is well as far as I am aware. Now you must worry about yourselves, she is calling for you to eat with her. Fallow me…" The girl picked up an arm full of towels and briskly walked out of the room. They hesitantly followed. She handed them all a towel and pointed to a door. "Logan…" she waved for him to enter the narrow door. "It's a shower." She then pointed to another narrow door. "James…" Another door, "Carlos… Please hurry." She barely waited on their response before moving back into their room.

Carlos thought it was awkward being dressed by a girl, but what could he actually do. She had begged to do as ordered which was dress them, she told them 'Madam' would notice. The girl stepped back looking him over, he wore an orange button up shirt and black slacks, no shoes.

"Why don't we get any shoes?" James asked wincing as he attempted to brush his wet hair, the cuts on his back tearing painfully. He already had his dark blue button up shirt on.

"It's hard to run away without any shoes." The girl announced simply. She glanced at Logan who was staring out of the window in the room in an un-tucked green shirt. "Can you tuck in your shirt now, Logan?"

"Do we have to go?" Carlos asked drawing her attention to him. She nodded sadly seeing the fear spark in the boy's eyes. This was not her first rodeo; her Madam has had many and has completely destroyed many, which is why she tries to not get attached. "Do as she asks you… fallow the rules." She tells them as she leads them down a long wooden staircase. They come to a stop outside of a pair of large wooden doors. Slowly she twists the handle and enters. "They're here, Madam."

"Send them in." Her voice makes chills run through their bodies and their muscles prepare for flight.

Carlos felt like his legs were made of lead, he frozen in place his body began to tremble. He felt a hand on his back pushing him forward. He turned slightly finding Logan smiling weakly at him. He moved forward into the room seeing 'her' almost had him tripping over his own feet, but he managed to reach a chair he hesitated not making any move to sit. He noticed Logan and James doing likewise.

"You may sit." She was pleased obviously.

They all took a seat into a chair stiffly none of them daring to make any other action.

"You are all doing well." The woman cooed. "You may eat."

Carlos looked over the food before him, which was a bowl of brown soup, and a basket of bread. His stomach growled but he remained still.

"I said you can eat." Her tone was sharp.

All three boys jumped their hands darting up simultaneously to grasp a spoon and dip it into the bowl. They ate.

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