Spencer laid in a cold dark basement, her head spinning and aching in a way she hadn't experienced in her life, and she's been whacked in the head a few times in her life. It was too dark to see too far around her, but she could hear someones breathing, "hello?" Spencer's voice shook more than she realized and even though she wasn't screaming, the sound of her voice breaking the silence was frightening.
"Spencer?" A familiar sweet voice rang out from another corner of the room, the voice was familiar to Spencer, but sounded more scared than she had ever heard before. "Ali? Is that you?" Spencer shifted as best as she could in the small spot of the basement floor, she adjusted the chain around her leg and tried to get as close to the voice as possible. "Yea, it's me. Are you ok?" She heard Ali move slightly closer, she must be chained to the wall as well. They were in the same room for the first time in years and couldn't even get close enough to see each other. Though just knowing Ali was there was enough to comfort Spencer ever so slightly.
"I hit my head on something, it's bleeding, but I'm ok I guess. How are you?" Ali shifted in her spot again before she replied, "stiff, I don't even know how long I've been here." Spencer tried to move as close to the voice as she could, "do you know how we got here? Or who took us?" She had been reliving the final moments of what she could remember, she had woken up to get ready for her internship and then all of a sudden she was in the basement of some hell. "No, the last thing I remember was grabbing a drink by the grill before I met up with you guys. I needed to calm my nerves." She moved as close to Spencer as she could and could sort of make out her friends face. "All I know is, there are two of them. One of them is nicer than the other, and the other one doesn't speak. I had a huge cut on my cheek I guess from when they kidnapped me, he stitched it up and comes down at night to check it."
Spencer could just make out Ali's face and she noticed the red gash on her face and perfect stitches, "do you know who they are? They must know us. I mean, even the internet psychos wouldn't go this far". Ali shrugged and touched her cheek, "no, they were these ski masks and gloves and only come down to throw down a sandwich or to bring down water." She reached out to Spencer, "do you think anyone knows we're missing?" Spencer felt terrible, they all thought Ali was on a movie set or on some island with a hot new IT guy, but instead she had been in this basement for a week. And, as far as she knew, her parents thought she was preparing for law school and working 12 hour days. They wouldn't expect to hear from her for weeks. "A text us a picture of you last week, when we were waiting for you at the grille. We thought it was prank by some loser with photoshop. Ali, if we knew this is where you were we would have found you".
Ali opened her mouth to accept her apology but she heard someone coming down the stairs, "shh go back to the wall or they'll know the chains are long". She immediately shifted back to the wall and heard Spencer do the same, just as the door at the top of the stairs opened a little bit of light came in. A tall well built man dressed all in black with a black ski mask on. He had a flashlight lit so they could see him. "Listen carefully. The only people that know you two are missing are going to be joining you in here soon. And then, the fun will begin. Enjoy your time alive, it's fleeting." He gave a cold laugh and slowly stalked back up the stairs before he locked the door leaving Ali and Spencer in complete darkness.