I jolted up to a bucket of ice being thrown onto Jack and I, feeling as if it was burning due to the freezing cold of the concrete basement. Jack yelps as rise to my feet scanning the room. My sudden distress was instantly recognised by Jack.

"Where's Mark-" Jack demanded. Lilly laughed mockingly.

"WHERE'S MARK LILLY" I snapped loudly, aggression searing through my body, stomping my fear.

"He's fine, that's all you need to know doll" she laughed, walking upstairs, tossing stale crackers carelessly.

"Goddamn you!"I hissed.

In frustration I turned to the wall, punching my fist quite hard into it, an unintended burst of rage. It started to burn from pain, but I tried my hardest not to show it because lord knows we'd been through enough-

Jack came up behind me and gently grabbed my fist as I stared up at the closing door. He brought me over to the matters and we sat down, both of us shaken and anxious. He grasped a cube of melting ice and placed it on my knuckles, smiling softly in reassurance. Jack rose, walking back to the corner where Mark would normally sit. He picked up the sheet he had slept in that night, and gently folded it.

"Mark where are you..." I whispered worriedly, watching as Jack put the folded blanket down. Jack rested his hand on my shoulder once more.

"I know Mark, and he is as tough as nails. Nothing will hurt him, I promise you" He told me reassuringly.

He didn't sound too convincing to me, but I just nodded in agreement anyway.

Hours fly.

"I hope so" I whispered, dropping my gaze to the floor. I looked up the staircase as the door opened again. "Great, what does Satan want this time" I hiss as I see Lilly coming down the stairs.

"Don't you want to know what happened to Mark?" She asks mockingly. My head shoots up and my mouth clamped shut.

"W-What did you do with him-"

"Do you really want to know? Like really really want to know?"

"Just tell us Lilly f#cking dammit!" I yelled, my patience extremely strained.

"Mark was sold. To a group of...people in a certain profession. Let's just say I wouldn't want to be him" She smirked.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" I screeched angrily, rising.
himself. "Where did they take him" I snarled, features contorted with rage.

"Never you mind" She retorted, walking up the stairs. I lash out at her, grasping her wrist with unwavering force.

"Tell is where he is, you mangy mutt" I snarled, my grip on her wrist causing obvious physical pain. A glazed look of fear was quickly replaced with anger and she threw my hand off, slapping me hard. My head whipped to the side but not before I knocked her left leg from out under her, causing her balance to falter. Before I could restrain her, she desperately scrambled up the staircase and swung the door shut in my face, screaming a string of obscenities as she stormed through the house. Jack had watched in horror as I stood up, wiping blood from a small cut on my forehead away. Wordlessly, I stepped up the stairs to find one of the crucial latches had not been locked correctly. "Jack, pass me the sheet."

He hands me it and I rip a large section off, threading it through the door quietly. I dragged the sheet downward, and an audible click was heard. Jack and I exchanged a glance before I attempted the door handle.

The mahogany door began to open.

"Holy sh-"

"This is our chance Jack"

"What if they're out there-"

"We can't be afraid, this might be out only opportunity for a very long time." For once, I was the practical one. "When I open this door, you floor it full speed out the front door, do not wait for me or cone back for me. I'll be right behind you but we need a worst case scenario plan."

"I can't leave y-"

"Jack, you can be of more help outside there than inside this hell"

"O-okay" he whispers.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Go!"