For the past week, I'd seem to have grabbed a few thing about everyone. Charlie was one to hardly speak, the one person she spoke to or was nice to was Cheryl. I didn't understand her hatred for me but I could sense it, it was really strong. She'd glare at me every time we locked eyes and shove me whenever we were walking to the dining table or back to the room.

Cheryl on the other hand was super sweet and funny. She always made the craziest assumptions or ideas on getting out of her and told me a few stories of the things she'd witnessed or suffered, we'd bonded a lot. Cheryl told me how our captor had kidnapped a lot of girls before. They'd stupidly try to escape and end up dead before making it out of the house, the ones who were lucky enough to escape the house got lost in the forest and were hunted and killed.

This man was crazy, a sociopath. And I was unfortunately with this psychopath. 6 days. I've spent six days with him and I still know nothing. I tried asking what he wanted from me but all I got was a smirk and a weird feeling inside me. I didn't like this, not one bit. Usually in the movies and books I read, the Villian tells us his plan and the stupid reason behind it. The suspense was eating me up.

"I'll be out tonight. Let's say I'm getting you girls some new company." I stared at him. I was trying to read him. He was grinning, it wasn't a pretty sight to see. I would rinse my eyes out with bleach if I could, just to remove his image from my memory. The only emotion I'd seen him have so far was anger and that wasn't pretty either. He'd left us in the bedroom, with one of my ankles cuffed to the bed, Cheryl's was tied to the bed too, while Charlie was cuffed to the iron chair she was currently sat on. My kidnapper was a very strange being.

What I'd gotten so far was he wouldn't tell me anything. So, there was only one way. I'd have to get the answers from a particular girl who hated my guts. I'd have to get my answers from Charlie. It would be hard as hell but I had a plan and I hoped it worked out. "Hey Cheryl, how did Charlie get kidnapped?"

I froze. She was glaring at me. Charlie glared so hard. If looks could kill I'd be dead by now. Her gaze lowered down to the book she was reading. I smirked lightly, I had her attention. Cheryl hesitated for a minute before she spoke, glancing at Charlie every now and then. "I don't know. She never told me anything."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows and tilted my head sideways, "Charlie was here before me and she doesn't like speaking of her past." I nodded slowly my brows still furrowed. Why did she keep her past to herself, why didn't she want anyone knowing what happened to her. I was about to respond, when Charlie beat me to it. "You two are talking like I'm not in the same room as you are. Stop it."

We both obliged and stayed in silence. Cheryl was picking her nails, Charlie reading that book, while I was lost in my thoughts. My foot started to hurt, so I turned and moved around trying to get a good position. The metal only clicked against itself harder, the sound was annoying as hell and it did as I expected it to do. Annoy Charlie. "Stop that!" She snapped.

I furrowed my brows in faux confusion, "Stop what?" She scowled and I flinched, that seemed to have pleased her, cause she smirked and went back to her book. Now I was annoyed. Everything I did didn't work. I expected her to scream out of anger and accidentally slip out something. That's how it's supposed to happen but it wasn't going that way, everything was happening differently and I didn't like it.

"What did I do?" She didn't reply. She just stared at her book like she didn't hear me, like I wasn't here. "I'm talking to you Charlie." I emphasized on her name caching the attention of not only my blond roommate, but also our red haired friend. I watched as the blond girl slammed shut her book and crossed her legs. "It didn't seem like you were talking to me." She sneered, causing me to narrow my eyes.

I didn't understand this girl, I've done nothing to her and I was sure she hated me. How can you hate a complete stranger, whom you've never met in your entire life. "Why do you hate me, Charlie?" I made sure to call her name this time, to show I was talking to none other than her. She scoffed and crossed her arms this time, shaking her head slightly as if I were terribly wrong.

"I don't hate you. I hate him and what's going to happen to you. Can't you see what's going to happen? He's going to kill you and poor little Cheryl is going to cry her eyes out because she'd grown on you. Like she'd done for every other girl." She glanced in Cheryl's direction. "My dear little red haired friend never learns. Don't care about someone you know won't be there forever, because you'll only get hurt in the end." Her voice had lowered to a whisper as she finished. Once again, she picked up her book and continued to read.

I was sure she wasn't reading, no one could read after that. No one could think straight after every thing we'd just heard. I just found out what I'd been confused about. She didn't hate me, she was just afraid of getting hurt. I understood what she meant, she'd seen dozens, maybe hundred, of girls get killed. Girls she'd cared about, girls she'd once called her friends, getting murdered infront of her.

I understood why she couldn't stand to take the pain again, over and over again. A person couldn't bear that much hurt. She would rather stay away from the girls and let them die with only pity in her heart than pain. I felt bad. I'd been judging her and thinking of her as a bitch, I was so focused on using her hatered to get answers, I didn't bother to think of the more rational reasons why. I'd thought of petty reasons why, I felt so stupid. "I'm sorry."

She chuckled darkly, closing her book once again. "I bet you are." She turned to look out the window, due to the fact that she was cuffed to the chair she was on, it was kind of hard to turn around. "Could you tell me about him?" Charlie huffed but didn't turn around, she stayed still looking out the window.

"His name is Gideon. He's Thirty four and quite unhealthy for his age. He's a monster, he kidnaps poor girls, destroys their souls, makes them suffer and yearn for freedom, the. He kills them. He has this terrible hunger for drugs, he smokes them most of the time. Other times he puts them in alcohol and gets high and drunk, don't be around him when he's like that. Gideon has a bad temper, a very bad temper.

"He can't keep his anger in for long and that always ends up bad for someone else, someone like us. The girls he take, they're like his puppets. If you do what he says, you get a gift, your life. If you disobey, you get punished, badly. Sometimes the punishments lead to death if you're not strong enough. I've faced his wrath before, I had a smart mouth. Snapped at him, insulted him." She chuckled humorlessly. "It ended badly. Let's say i've learned to never get on his nerves when he's with a knife. Got some scars that day, scars I'll never forget.

"Point of advice. Do whatever he tells you to do, don't fight back. I've got three rules for you to follow, if you want to survive. One, do as he says. Two, never complain. Three, Don't get killed. Stick to those rules and live."

A shiver went through my spine as she spoke, her face straight and voice cold and distant. She scared me, I had to admit. She scared me a lot. "Don't think I won't stop not caring, don't think me telling you about that monster has changed anything. It's only made things worse." I could feel my hands shaking against my thigh. She wasn't looking at me yet, she sent this vibe through me. This scary feeling that she could kill me any moment now and I wouldn't be able to do a thing.

"Charlie, I'm back." Charlie sighed, Cheryl rolled her eyes, while I just moved to sit back the way I was before, on the bed. "Speak of the devil and he shall arrive." Cheryl muttered in annoyance. She really hated this guy, it made me wonder what exactly he did to her. It had to have been beyond the kidnapping. I was dragged out of my train of thought due to the door swinging open.

"I brought you a friend, treat her well." There was some staggering, then it stopped. Seconds later, the door was pushed further in. And behold was something I'd never expect to see here. I had no idea how he could have gotten her, but now I was frozen in shock. This man had a lot to himself and she just made me more curious.