Author's Note: First of all, I would like to start out by saying I am really, really, really sorry that it took so long to get this posted. I had a ton of summer homework to get done and then my flash drive broke. So sorry. But now I should be back on schedule.

By the way, I almost forgot-I try to put information regarding the progress of my stories on my profile, so if you ever want to know how much of a chapter has been written or why I haven't posted anything in forever, go there. And if you still have questions, please feel free to PM me.

Kendall was bored. He had been stuck in the supply closet for almost a week now and for most of that time he had just been sitting there doing absolutely nothing.

Ethan had stopped demanding where Anya was days ago. Kendall wasn't sure why, but he was grateful to be spared the beatings.

Of course, that meant that he was mostly forgotten about, but it was still better than being abused every other minute. Kendall could stand hunger much better than he could stand pain.

But boredom? That was something that Kendall had never been able to stand. Back in Minnesota, he would forever be creating his own entertainment, usually with his friends or his sister. But here there was absolutely nothing he could do to relieve the boredom.


After a week of being trapped, Anya was a nervous wreck. She didn't know when Wayne would appear next. She had lost count of how many times he had come to beat her. Ethan usually came, too. It was almost as if they took turns hurting her.

Anya pulled her legs up to her chest, shaking uncontrollably. She hadn't been able to stop shaking for days. She hadn't been able to sleep much, either, and she was exhausted.

Suddenly the door banged open.

"Stacy!" Ethan barked, his eyes bloodshot.

Anya looked at her attacker, pure fear clearly visible in her eyes. He stormed over to her unsteadily and smacked her across the face with the back of his hand.

"How could you?" he shouted, picking her up by the front of her shirt, "After all I've done for you? I gave you food, a place to sleep, but no," he hit her again, "You-you betrayed me!" Anger flashed in his eyes as his fingers clutched her throat. "You betrayed me!" His grip tightened.

Anya gasped for air, struggling to free herself.

"I can't believe you!" Ethan yelled, squeezing her throat tighter.

The edges of her vision became tinged with a growing black fog.

"After all I've done!" Ethan's voice sounded farther away with each passing second.

Suddenly, a feeling of calm settled over Anya and she relaxed. The black cloud fully engulfed her vision and everything went quiet. She could no longer remember what was going on or even who she was, but that was ok. Everything was ok.

The next thing she knew, Anya was on the floor, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. Oxygen-enriched blood rushed to her head and the sense of calm left her as she realized what had just happened. She scrambled to her feet and looked around. Ethan was gone.

Anya put her hand on the wall to steady herself. What had Ethan been talking about? She hadn't done anything to him. She couldn't have done anything even if she wanted to. She hadn't left the room in a week.


Kendall paced the floor, trying to figure out what the warehouse was for. Not that he really cared; it just gave him something to do.

Well, the warehouse was clearly being used to do something illegal. Kendall thought back to the 'tour' Ethan had given him when he had first been taken here. They were obviously selling something, as they had a garage and a storage room filled with their 'product.' But all Kendall had seen in the storage room were dozens of cases of Coca-Cola. Or at least something that looked like Coca-Cola…but what else would it be?


Anya sat in the corner of the room, her knees drawn up to her chest. She was shaking so badly that she didn't think she could stand up even if she wanted to. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Anya just wanted to go home.


Fifteen minutes later, Kendall was still pacing the floor. He just couldn't figure out what the warehouse was being used for. The only possibility that Kendall could think of was bootleg Coca-Cola, but why would you want to do that?

Kendall heard footsteps in the hall and presently his door opened.

"Come on," Ethan snarled, grabbing Kendall by the arm.

"Where are you taking me?" Kendall asked as his kidnapper began to drag him out into the hall.

"'Nother room," Ethan grunted, "Yer takin' up too much space in this one."

Kendall wrenched his arm away from his grasp. Ethan gave him a dirty look but didn't say anything. Instead, he began to push him in the direction that he wanted him to go.

"Move," Ethan commanded.

Kendall glared at his kidnapper but did as he was told. Finally they stopped in front of a closed door.

Kendall stood there while Ethan searched for the key. When he finally found it, he pushed it into the lock and turned. He then twisted the door knob and flung open the door. Wordlessly, he shoved Kendall into the room and shut the door behind him.

Once Kendall regained his footing, he looked around.

This room was almost identical to his old one. It had the same concrete floor, the same bucket in the corner, the same high ceilings, the same grimy windows. There were only two differences: this room was slightly bigger than his old one and there was a pile of rags in the corner.

Except they weren't rags.

"Oh my god."