#Missing

What am I doing? Why am I here? I'm so cold, what is that awful sound? Shut it up! My eyes open in high alert, stinging as they try to adjust to this new, dark place. This isn't my room, I back away against the wall behind me when I see six different faces in different spots. One of the girls is the one making the awful crying sounds. She looks about seventeen. I look down at my wrist, raw from these chains. What in the world? I tug at them, my eyes following where the chain is attached to the wall. I can hear one of the girls snicker dryly as she watches my face turn into a horrified and confused expression. "You get used to it sweetheart," her voice is rough, like sandpaper. Why am I here?! I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, the girl smirks and makes a motion towards her neck, "He got you pretty rough huh? You must've had some fight in you, it'll probably be a few days before you're talking," she tells me, I look around, still horrified. "That is, if you last a few days," I look back at the girl. "Rita, don't," another girl scolds her. I look over to the other girl who is rubbing the back of the sobbing girl. "Wait a damn minute, I've seen you before," Rita says, her finger pointing at me, I look down at my hands. I don't know how to process any of this. "You're that Youtuber, Andi something. Well Hallelujah," she chuckles, her eyes move around the five other girls. "We may just be saved, someone's bound to come looking for this rich b***h," she claps her hands. I just want this to be a nightmare. Some terrible nightmare that I'll wake up from if I pinch my forearm. I move my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut, my nails dig into my skin as I squeeze them together with the flabby skin in between. "It's not a dream sweetheart, please don't tell me you're gonna cry like freaking Dolly Parton over there," I open my eyes with a glare. I look at the blonde girl in a white nightgown, the one sobbing. She has such a petite figure, she looks like your average high school cheerleader. The woman holding her has dark skin, frizzy hair down to her shoulders. She looks like she may be in her late twenties, early thirties. She has on a plain white tshirt with blue jeans, no shoes.There's another girl, in the corner over there, her hair looks brown, it could be red, I'd only be able to tell if there was light in here, her skin is pale. Could be genetic or she just doesn't spend enough time in the sun. She's wearing a flowery shirt with bootcut jeans. It looks like she may be wearing daisy dukes? Another girl, sleeping, her hair is short, a bob maybe. It looks jet black with blue tips, her shirt is a some sort of rock band. She has on waist jeans and combat boots, she looks like she may be nineteen. The type to probably smoke pot and go against her parents rules. I wonder how she got herself here? Then there's another girl, early twenties maybe? Her hair is light but not blonde, she has on a long sleeved maroon dress and black leggings, her shoes match the dress. Almost like she was going somewhere and then ended up here. Then there's Rita, her hair is up in a messy bun. It's dark blonde, she has on light blue jeans with boots and a tank top with a jacket over it. She looks like she might be a smoker. What am I doing? Why am I taking the time to observe these people when I should be trying to find a way out of here. I can't scream. I look over and start hitting my high heel against the wall, making as much noise as possible. All of the girls are shushing me, "If he hears that banging, he's gonna come down here," the red haired girl warns me, the blonde girl cries harder, terrified. I don't care if he comes down here! I bang against the wall louder. The at the top of the stairs, a light shines through. Footsteps echo the basement as everyone goes silent and looks at the ground. "No! No, no, nooo!" the blonde cries out. "Shut up," Rita warns her. I don't look down, instead I wait to see who it is we're waiting on. It won't do any good, the man wears some sort of Halloween mask. I don't look away though, I watch as he walks around, looking at each of us. He stares back at me, it makes my stomach queasy. Like he's looking for my soul to take. Everything remains silent but his footsteps, suddenly, the girl in the maroon dress is screaming as he starts to drag her away by her hair. No! I watch in horror as he drags her up the stairs, her screaming fills every inch of the room and then, when the door slams, it's silent.