The young female was terrified, and justly so, seeing as the hooded people grabbed her right off the street in the middle of town. She sobbed into her hands loudly. The chains around her wrist only allowed her to hold her face in her hands. Once her tears dried up, she realized her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark. She looked around the dark space to see if there was anything she could use to identify where she was, or who took her, or even what they wanted. She was unsuccessful. The dark, cube-shaped room was made out of metal and had a long wall-spanning mirror in it. The door seemed like one that would be in a solitary confinement cell. There was a slot on it, for food, she assumed, and also a barred window. There was no way to escape through that door even if she wasn't chained to the wall like an animal. She also noticed a metal bucket not far from the spot she was chained to. It was freezing. But when she curled into a fetal position and shivered, it wasn't because of the cold. There was nothing for her to do but contemplate her fate and pray she wouldn't die in this cell.

She came to when a dark figure approached her curled up form. She whimpered and inched closer to the wall. The figure stopped in its tracks. A man's voice broke the silence. "She's awake." He spoke as if someone other than herself was listening. This led her to believe that the glass panel wasn't a mirror, but in fact a large slab of one-way glass. Someone on the other side must have given him an order because he nodded sharply and resumed his trek towards her. Immediately upon standing before her he grabbed her small shoulders into his hands and stood her up. He detached the chains from the walls and attached them onto a hook in the ceiling, in the middle of the room, and pulled her closer to the one-way glass. When she wrapped her arms around herself, he tugged the chains so that her arms were raised over her head, straining her shoulders. He circled her twice and then exited the room. The door opened almost immediately after it closed, letting in a flood of light and warm air that sent a chill down her spine. The door opened wider and the dark room was illuminated by some hidden light source. When she opened her eyes, no longer in shock from the sudden light, she saw the man standing before her writing something down. Seeing as he was not paying attention to her, the girl studied his covered figure. He was wearing dirty faded blue jeans and a black hoodie. His face was covered with black half mask, and it was made of what looked like cloth or some type of fabric. She couldn't help comparing it to the Snapchat filter she saw all over Instagram over the summer. Thinking of how normal her life was only days ago made her eyes tear up and she struggled to hold back a sob. The man looked up at her studied her for a bit and then nodded. He looked at her again and asked her, "How old are you?"

Shocked he was talking to her, she hesitated. That was a mistake. The man's eyes turned hard and she felt a harsh blow to her stomach. Winded by the pain she didn't answer him. He hit her again, this time in the chest. "13. I'm 13" she cried out coughing up a bit of blood. He nodded again and wrote that down.

"Any allergies?" He questioned. She shook her head no, even though she was allergic to an extremely rare flower. It was named 'queen of the night' but she wouldn't tell him that. Her allergy to the, beautiful longer version of a white ballerina tutu like, flower isn't fatal but she didn't want them to have anything to hold against her. He nodded again and wrote that down.

Risking being hit again she asked with a whisper of a voice, "Could I m-maybe ha-have some w-water please?" The man looked up from his paper and stared at her with a hard gaze for a long while. Like a switch in him had been flipped he stood up strait and walk right out of the room. The girl sagged her shoulders and was getting ready to let her body hang from the chains in exhaustion, when the man walked in with a cup of water in a Styrofoam cup. Too thirsty to complain she let the man hold the cup to her chapped lips and downed the whole cup in only a couple swallows. Not long after she drank the last mouthful of water, her head rolled back and her body went limp, suspended in the air by the chains.

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When she awoke this time she was in a different room. This room was a cell of cement. She was lying on a small cot with a threadbare sheet under her. Groaning as her ribs protested, she sat up. She realized she would be unable to stand so she leaned against the cold cement wall instead. Taking her attention off the pain in her ribs she looked around her new surroundings. There was a small metal toilet in the far right corner of her new cell directly across from the foot of her cot. It faced the wall with an entrance blocked off by metal bars. The entrance was a door to a long hallway leading to, well... she wasn't sure. Her cot felt like a cheap version of a yoga mat place on a solid metal frame. The legs to the frame were about 4 inches of the ground and left a large space under her new 'bed'. Ignoring her screaming ribs the pre-teen limped to the metal bars trying to peer out into the long hallway. To her dismay all she saw was a metal door on each end of the hall, not unlike the one in the first room save for the metal slot. Giving up on trying to discern where she was, she laid back down on her cot and let out a pained whimper. "Why is this happening to me?" she cried softly.

A voice of a boy older than her said aloud, "There is no answer in the world that would make you feel better so it's best not to ask." She stayed silent, shocked that she wasn't alone. "My name is Kyro. I'm 17... I think." Her said in a hushed voice.

Not being able to help herself she asked him, "How do you not know how old you are?"

This time it was he who didn't speak. After a while she thought he wasn't going to answer her, so she was getting ready to try and sleep, when he answered, "I was 15 when I was kidnapped, but it is very had to tell time here. Based on how often they bring food and take me to the metal room, I'd say I've been here for 2 years." She choked back another sob at the though of being captive that long, away from her family that long, being treated like this for that long. He seemed to know where her thought had lead because he then said, "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you though."

"Why?" Her mind immediately rushed to thoughts of escape but when he answered her, she felt her heart drop.

"Because no one beside me has lived here that long."