We stop at a small house in the morning. It looked normal. Like an everyday house. What's the point in yelling for help in this house. They all began to pile out of the car. I look at the tall boy.

"Please don't make me go in there." I begged, a single tear gliding down my face. He stared at me for a while before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry." And he got out. The one with red hair opened the door for me. But he was wearing a mask. All of them were. He was wearing a hockey mask. The one with curly hair was wearing a Gene Simmons mask and the tan skinned one had a mask from The Purge: Anarchy. Last was the tall boy. He had an Anonymous mask. I didn't know what any of them actually look like since I was blinded with tears the entire time and it was really dark.

"She won't follow us, Mike." The one in the Gene Simmons mask said.

"Force her out."

"No way! We swore to each other we won't hurt this one!" Anonymous said. Hockey Mask sighed and ran his fingers through his red hair.

"What're we gonna do then?! Lure her out with cookies and boy band posters?!" He was getting angry now and I'm even more scared.

"C'mon, girl." The Purge grabbed me by my arm and forced me out of the car. I began crying again. All I wanted was a peaceful Friday but I can't even have that.

"Please don't hurt me." I begged. He dragged me into the small house and down to the basement. He tied a rope around my ankle and tied the other end to a post. The knot look complicated.

"Try untying that and you'll end up like Grace." He threatened. Who's Grace? It doesn't matter. I just don't wanna end up like her.

"I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me-"

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE WANT TO HURT YOU?!" He barked. I curl up and hide my face in my knees. I hear footsteps go up the stairs. I look up to see I was all by myself. Voices are heard from upstairs.

"Can I decide now, Ashton?" I hear. There was a deep laugh, probably 'Ashton'.

"Go ahead, dude. The youngest always decides." He said. Then there were footsteps coming down the stair. I back up to the wall, afraid of this decision he has to make. Anonymous
comes down.

"Hi." I start crying once again. He steps up to me cautiously.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry." He tried coming near me but I curl away.

"Don't touch me! Please. No more." I sobbed. He sat down in front of me and watched me cry.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt a woman."

"Then what about Ariana?! You guys killed her!" I screamed. He cocked his head.

"Oh! You mean Grace! I didn't hurt her. They did. She tried stabbing one of this. 'Disobedient' they called her." He explains. I cover my face and think of the horrible things they must have done to her.

"Why did you take me? What did I do?" I asked. He reached over and wiped a tear of m cheek. I cringe.

"The youngest decides on the girl. I thought you were beautiful and I just knew I had to have you here. Like a light that makes this house brighter. An ornament maybe." He's sick! Clearly crazy!

"You killed Toni..."

"Only because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. You got the note. I know you did because I watched you open it." They killed my best friend because she was trying to protect me?! How delusional! How insane!

"You're sick." I spat. He nodded and stood up. I was scared he was going to kill me.

"I'm going to let you cool down now. It'll give me time to decide." And he left. I lay down on my side and just stare off into nothingness. I needed to get out.

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I must have fallen asleep because Anonymous comes down with a plate of food. I sit up slowly and stretch my limbs. I wish I could see his face. Or know his name.

"Good afternoon, Sunshine. You were really tired." He sets the food tray in front of me and sits Indian Style. I look at the food then at him.

"It's just a peanut butter and vegemite," he pointed to the sandwich, "a bit of chips and a Cherry Pipe bar. They're my favorite." He says. I grab the sandwich and take a bite from it.

"They don't make these things in America. I had to bring a bunch from Australia." He said. I nodded and took another bite. I've heard that Vegemite was gross but it's not bad.

"Trust me. The Cherry Pipe bar is really good. It's chocolate with cherry flavor. Americans would be all over them if they made them." I open it up and take a bite. It was good. I smile and take another bite.

"See? They're to die for." I flinch at the word. He freezes.

"I-I'm sorry. I meant it as a hyperbole. Not really DIE for just you know..." I look at him with big eyes.

"I'm gonna stop talking now."

"Am I going to die?" I asked. He looked up at me. His masks scares me a little.

"Only if we kill you in self defense. We wouldn't intentionally hurt you. Well, I wouldn't. I'll make sure none of the lads hurt you either because you are the first girl that hasn't called me names yet. Grace was quite rude to me. She'd make fun of my mask and say mean things to me. I treated her well but she just didn't want anything I gave her. You don't seem like her at all, though. You seem nicer." He rambled, talking a bit fast .

"Why are you so nice to me? Aren't kidnappers supposed to be mean to their hostages?" I asked. He looked down at his hands.

"Because I'm a lover, not a fighter. I don't like hurting people. I know ive hurt you a lot so far but I'm trying to make it up to you. I really am." I stay silent and take another bite from my Cherry Pipe bar. He put his hand on the side of my cheek. I flinch.

"I've decided. I'm going to call you Chelsea."

Please, Lord. Get me out of here

Notes

Woah now!

What's gonna happen?

idk

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-Chelsea :) :) :) :)