The man quickly placed his gloved hand over Quinn's mouth to stifle her scream. She could only see the man's sinister eyes, because his ski mask covered the rest of his face. His blood red eyes glinted in the darkness. "Shh," he murmured, smiling wickedly under his mask. He traced his fingers down to Quinn's throat and lifted her trembling head. Slowly, the man pulled out a butcher's knife from his cloak. Quinn's heart rate picked up speed rapidly and her eyes widened with terror. "No, please don't." She whispered numbly. The stranger then brought his weapon to rest right under Quinn's chin. "Too late, cupcake." He slowly began to press the blade into Quinn's delicate skin. She cried out in pain but didn't move, afraid the blade would cut her deeper. Quinn could feel the blood dripping down her neck and shuddered with disgust. "I thought I told you to shut up." The stranger said through gritted teeth. Quinn let out a wimper and the man roughly pushed her aside. "Whatever. You're too feeble for my taste anyway. People like you are way too easy to slaughter." The man's voice had a gravely tone to it that chilled Quinn down to her very core. Dumfounded, Quinn opened her mouth and closed it again. "Heh. Idiot." The man sneered, and vanished into the blackness.
Puck was getting hungrier, and the need for escaping his trap was increasing. Puck moved his head and hit something hard. There must be a wall behind me. He inched slowly up the wall in a painstaking process. Finally, Puck was in a sitting position. Drenched with sweat, he closed his eyes in exhaustion. During the process, Puck had managed to loosen his rope around his hands a little. Since they were also very sweaty, it made it easier for him to wiggle his hands through the hole and begin to free himself. Puck sighed in relief as his hands tingled, the blood starting to flow back into them. He shook himself out, but he still couldn't get much feeling back into them. I must have been tied up for a while, Puck reasoned to himself. Strangely, Puck couldn't recall where he was and how he got here. It was like his whole memory up to last night was just erased. Puck furrowed his brow in confusion. Who could have done this? Then, Puck continued to free himself completely from the ropes. No use worrying about it now, he thought, pulling his leg free and removing his gag. I need to find a way to get out of here. Puck took a shaky step forward and looked around. The room he was in looked like an old gymnasium, with tattered posters promotion good health and hygiene covering the walls. Puck looked up. The ceiling must have been 3o feet high, and there were no windows in sight. The only source of light came from a flickering row of candles on the other side of the room. Puck sprinted to the light source, his muscles aching from the disuse. He grabbed a candle and made his way to the door.
Rachel's eyes opened slowly, and bright light filled her vision. She cried out in protest and blocked her face from the light filling the room. Rachel tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea prevented her from moving any further. Rachel gritted her teeth and felt her forehead. To her horror, Rachel felt dried blood sticking to her hair, forehead, and neck. She must have been unconscious for quite some time, but thankfully her injuries weren't serious enough to kill her. Rachel squeezed her eyes shut in pain. Death would almost be better compared to this. Rachel slowly tore off a ragged piece of her shirt and wound it around her head. It wasn't the best first aid solution, but it would have to do. Breathing hard, Rachel tried one more attempt at sitting up. The motion was too quick and sent Rachel's head reeling. She keeled over and was sick. When Rachel was finished, she wiped her mouth miserably and got a bearing of her surroundings. She was in a small, dingy room with what was once pure white walls and floor. Now, the walls were a sickly gray color with something that looked like red paint splattered everywhere. At least, Rachel hoped it was red paint. There were no windows or doors visible. Rachel frowned. But, there just had to be a way out of here… didn't there?
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