"Dintch I..." Marissa thought for a long moment, but then nodded her head as she came to terms with her decision. "Okay I'll do it." She almost whispered.

"Great." Dintch smiled. "You won't regret it!" He grabbed Marissa's hand and started to lead her to the door he said was safe.

"Just out of curiosity Dintch, what's behind that other door?" She asked.

His smile fell and he shook his head. "Nothing you want to know about."

Marissa just nodded and kept quiet.

They walked out of the room and down a cement hallway. At the end of it there was an old elevator. Dintch took out a key from his pocket and put it in the key hole. The Old metal bars slid to one side and stele doors opened, revealing a small steel excavator. Marissa followed Dintch it, but when the doors shut she began to panic. She didn't like anything about this situation, and especially not being trapped in a six by six foot elevator.

Dintch selected floor five and then they heard the gears turning and the elevator started to go up. "Um Dintch, so what's with-"

"No questions now." Dintch interrupted immediately and then eyeballed the corner of the elevator. Marissa saw a small camera and decided it would be better to keep her mouth shut.

When the doors opened, Dintch led her down a creepy hallway with steel doors running on both sides of the walls. The doors had numbers above them and it looked like some kind of jail/medieval hotel. He finally stopped at room '123'. Dintch used his key to open the door, and then gestered for Marissa to enter.

Hesitantly, Marissa walked into a small concrete room. There was a single white bed and a tall closet. There was also a lamp and small bookshelf but that was it. She found a door and walked inside to find a bathroom with a shower, sink, toilet, mirror and tolittress. "This is your new room." Dintch said from the doorway. "I'll be back to collect you for dinner, please make yourself at home."

Before Marissa could say anything, Dintch walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. Marissa thought she heard the lock turn but she knew Dintch wouldn't lock her in. She went to open the door but it wouldn't budge. She looked down but it was only able to lock for the outside. "Dintch?" Marissa called out. "Dintch!" She banged on the door but she soon realized no one was coming.

She looked back at her room and realized there was no windows, no other doors, no way out.

She layed on her bed trying to sleep but she couldn't let herself rest when she knew something was horribly wrong.

Without windows or vents for air-conditioning, the room was growing stuffy and she was starting to feel closer phobic.

She decided to get in the shower to calm herself down and it seemed to work. When she got out she felt refreshed and almost calm, though there was still a pit in her stomach that wouldn't go away.

She opened her closet that was filled with white dresses, shoes, hair ties, ribbons and undergarments. "What is this? Some kind of cult where you could only where white?" She asked herself and rolled her eyes.

She slipped on a short, tight white lace dress with an off the shoulder cut with long lace sleeves. She tied her hair up with a white ribbon. She found white heels and put them on for size. They fit great and we're surprisingly cumtrabole.

She walked into the bathroom and looked at her in the mirror. She had to admit she looked good. She kinda felt like a bad bitch.

A knock at the door interrupted her fashion show she was having with herself. She walked over to the door and opened it. To her surprise it wasn't locked.

"Hey." Dintch smiled at her as he eyed her outfit.

"Hey." She said back, a little shy. She never wear anything like this in front of Dintch. Actually, she couldn't imagine the last time she had gotten dressed up.

"Are you ready to go?" Dintch asked.

Marissa noticed he was wearing a white polo and white khakis with white tennis shoes. "To an all white party?" She laughed.

Dintch laughed but just shook his head. "To my family dinner."

"Um, what?" She asked shocked.

"Oh come on, don't be scared. You already met my dad, now you just need to meet my mom." Marissa didn't like the idea of being in the same room with Mr. Whive. He always creeped her out, and now that she knows he's apart of some crazy secret plan, she wanted to avoid him even more.

Though Marissa didn't really have much of a choice so she just nodded and Dintch grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway. "Just agree with whatever my father says. If you do that, you might survive." Dintch told her.

Marissa looked at him with fear, hoping he might start laughing or telling her he's joking, but Dintch just gave her a stone cold look that told her he was being completely serious.

Marissa got into the elevator, and went downstairs to where her life may end...

To Be Continued...