Kenny POV

The door opened with a sickening creek, and light flooded the black room. Master, wait when did I start calling him Master. His name is Mr. Evil Dude. Ok, Mr. Evil Dude stepped in. He was empty handed, thank god.

"Rise and shine my beautiful friend." He walked towards me was and lifted me up so I was standing. "Today you get to meet your lovely partner. She's my favorite one here!" The creep said cheerily. Maybe this girl and I could figure out a way to escape.

"Do I get food?" I said quietly. Gosh Darnit I hate fear. It makes me sound like a 5 year old.

"Well you will get two meals a day. Breakfast and Dinner. But if do something I do not like you get nothing for a period of time." Mr. Evil Dude answered, I nodded.

He motioned for me to follow him out the door. Outside it looked like an old timey mansion. Big spiral staircase. Gold colored lights making everything glow. I was surprised this place hadn't been found by how it looked on the inside. There was not a single window. But many rooms. And you could see at the end of the hallway at the top of the stairs was a very big room. It had a double door and the frame was painted a shiny red. Mr. Evil Dude pointed to it,

"That's my room/office. If I ever call you you go there." He motioned to all the other smaller rooms. "And those are where the other servants live." And trust me there were a ton of rooms. How many did one creep need.

We continued walking. We eventually stopped in a room which appeared to be a study. A girl sat cross legged on a carpet. Her back was turned away from the door so I could not see her.

"Oh number 12. I have someone here to meet you." Evil Dude sang. His voice was so sickeningly sweet I wanted to puke.

The girl turned towards us, she couldn't have been older than me. Her face was the color of copper and honey, her hair curly and dark brown. Eyes the color of hot chocolate. She turned 180 degrees, still sitting cross legged. She looked me up and down, giving me an examination as I did her.

"Well number 75 get in there and meet the person you will be with most of the time." With that Mr. Evil Dude pushed me into the room, left and locked the door.

"Number 75," the girl nodded her head. "Cool number."

I had no idea what to do so I just sat down on the ground in front of her. "Uh - Hello."

"Hey. So did Master recently get you, 'cause you look new?"

"Umm yah he got me - uh - two nights ago I think." The girl looked decently fed. She wasn't fat but she wasn't extremely skinny. She was long and thin from what I could tell.

"Well nice to meet you 75, I'm Michelle." The girl, now known as Michelle raised her hand for me to shake.

I shook her hand, "I'm Kenny." I said. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here?" The girl tilted her head to the side in thought.

"Do you have any idea what day it is?" She asked. Well it was September 10 the day he got me, so it has to be the 12.

"I believe the 12th of September." Michelle nodded. And mumbled a few calculations.

"Well I've been here a pretty much most of my life. So I truly don't remember how long I've been here." Michelle answered. Did she just say she's been here most of her life? Oh no no no that means I could be here a very long time. I blinked in confusion.

"How young did he take you?" I said, sympathy slipping into my voice.

"I was 6 I believe. Yah 6." Now that just made me want to kill the guy. How dare he take a 6 year old from there family.

"Well how old are you now?" I asked another question.

"I don't really know. I don't remember more like it. I think I'm around 17 or 18." Dang this poor girl.

"Well my turn to ask a question Newbie." Michelle drew me out of my thoughts. "Why did Master take you?" I looked at her waiting for her to explain. "Like he told me he took me because he wanted a child to work for him instead of stuffy old people."

I nodded. "He kept telling me I was beautiful. So I guess that's my reason."

Michelle looked me up and down again. "So Newbie, tell me about yourself."

"How about for every question I answer you also have to answer one of mine." Michelle shrugged then asked her first question.

"Where ya from Newbie."

"Detroit."

"Woah cool no way. Me too. I don't remember much of my family but I know we lived in Detroit. And came to NYC for a vacations. And Master took me while we were walking around."

"Yah Detroit Baby." I raised my hand for a high five. Michelle stared at it for a minute.

"What are you doing with your hand?" She asked. Did she seriously not know what a High Five was?

"I was gonna give you a high five."

"A what?" Yup she didn't know what a high five was.

"You just - here." I grabbed her wrist and she yelped. I slowed down and slapped our hands together. She looked at her hand confused.

"People do that when something cool happens." I told her. She knitted her eyebrows together in confusion.

"That's weird." She looked back up at me. "Ok your turn for a question."

"Ummm, did Mr. Ev - I'm mean Master hurt you when you were younger?"

Michelle looked down at her feet and nodded. "Yah when I first got here he hurt me to teach me respect. It wasn't like the torture I get now but it was enough for me to fear him. And I remember a few year after I got here I went through a rebellious stage and tried to escape a lot. That wasn't a very fun year." She chuckled. Her laugh was pretty light hearted. For someone who gets tortured I would've thought she wouldn't even smile. But not Michelle, she had a face that didn't show fear, just respect. Not for me though apparently, she was laughing and calling me some nickname.

"Ok my turn." The girl rocked back and forth in her cross legged position. The motion was quite childlike, like a hyperactive 4-year-old. "If were gonna be partnered I gotta know. Do you want top or bottom?"

"What?" Was she asking where I wanted to sleep? "Oh yah patterns sleep in the same room. There is one bunk bed. So which bunk do you want, 'cause I could careless." That was some new info. I thought for a moment.

"I'll take bottom bunk." Bottom bunks were better then the top. I'm a restless sleeper and I don't feel like falling off if there aren't and barriers to stop it.

"Okey Doki!" Michelle used her hand to push her self up with a backwards flip thing. She truly was like a child. She was shorter then me, but I was above average height so she wasn't super short. Her eyes still had a small sparkle like a child's. It was strange to see someone who was kidnapped, forced to be a servant, and something got torture so happy. You could definitely tell my partner was a little odd. If she was sane, I did not know.

"Number 12, 75!" I heard Mr. Evil Dude sing through the door. Me and Michelle had been having a conversation and asking more questions. Like she told me that if you do something that Master really likes you get a reward. Whether it be a dessert, or she told me she got an MP3 player last year. Mr. Evil Dude adds a song when she does something extraordinary well. She currently had around 25 songs. She also told me that if you worked without mistakes for 2 weeks straight you got an hour of rest. You could go to the library or just relax, anything you'd like.

I told her about simple things that she had no idea about. Like high fives. There weren't many but it was funny when I mentioned a vine and she stared at me like a madman. I told her about my art, and she told me she liked to make up stories. Apparently she had gotten here at the youngest age. Most people came in when there in their 20s. The youngest person here was a girl names Nya, she was 14, taken at age 12. Apparently she never got tortured she just did as Mr. Evil Dude says. She was an orphan living on the streets. Michelle said she made up stories for her whenever she had a panic attack to a nightmare. Which was quite often.

But other than that the place was standard kidnapper material. Work for Evil Dude you don't get hurt. Look him in they eye when he's talking to you, but don't speak unless spoken to. If you want or need to do something raise your hand and say 'Master may I . . .'

But Mr. Evil Dude, opened the door and we both stood up.

"Did you too get to know each other?" He asked like a mother who was trying to get her kid to make friends.

"Yes sir." We both replied.

"Great. Well let me show you to your new room." He walked out the door and we followed. Our room was on the first floor. Right near what I believed was a kitchen. He opened the door and like Michelle said, there was one bunk bed. One closet, one dresser, and another door.

"12, number 68 ( that's Nya ) is in the room next door." Michelle nodded. "And go get you music player from your old room while I ask 75 what he would like his first reward to be." Michelle nodded and walked away. Evil Dude turned towards me, I looked him in the eyes.

"Ahh So 12 taught you the manner rules, good. Well 75 what would you like your first reward to be?"

"A sketch book, pencil, and eraser please." I said quietly.

"Ah so I got a little artist!" M. Evil Dude exclaimed. I nodded. "So what can you draw 75?"

"I can draw landscapes and objects. But I cannot draw people I am very bad at those." Evil Dude nodded.

"Well 75 to show you I'm not a heartless guy-" LIE! I thought, "I'll get you what you want. Every time you do something good I'll give you more supplies, like pencils and paper. How's that sound?"

"Good, Thanks you sir." I answered. Master smiled. I better start calling him Master, before I slip up and Call him Mr. Evil Dude like I almost did with Michelle.

Michelle returned with a few outfits in hand, an IPod, and earbuds. Master opened the door and let us in.

"Have fun my favorite pair." Master said before closing and locking the door.

Michelle's looked towards me, "Well let's get moved in."

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