Jenna woke up, faced down on the cold dusty floor of a pitch black room, drowsy and unaware of what had just happened. Her cheek froze against the smooth cement. She slowly pushed herself up off of the ground. "Hello?" Jenna whispered. She heard no one. "Hello!" She screamed.

"Shh!" A voice hushed. Jenna jumped.

"Oh my God! Who are you?" She wondered.

"Be quiet! There's no use screaming. He's not coming back until we're both dead." The voice assured.

"What do you mean? Where am I?" Jenna yelled.

"Where do you think you are? You don't remember how you got here?"

Jenna tried to think back to her latest memory. Her brain was a clouded stream of confusion, and she couldn't recollect how she got into this mysterious room. She heard a click and a dim orange light barely lit the surrounding area. Standing in front of Jenna was her roommate, the anonymous voice from across the room, turning on the overhead light. She could hardly see any of the person's features, but noticed that she was a short white female. To her left, Jenna noticed what appeared to be the body of another young woman, faced down, who was also held captive. Her back was covered in blood.

"No!" She screamed. "Get me out of here!"

"Please, shut the fuck up!" The woman hissed.

"She's dead. She's dead. She's--"

"I know. Just please be quiet. He'll come in here and do the same to us if you don't stop."

Jenna subsequently hugged her knees and started to rock back and forth. "Why am I here?" She kept asking.

"I think I know how I got here." The woman said. "The last thing I remember is talking to this guy-- Roy I think his name was. He bought me a cup of coffee and--I can't remember what we talked about, but I remember feeling really tired. He said he was going to drive me home, and I woke up in here." The woman explained. Jenna gasped.

"No!" Jenna paused. "Oh my God. I think the same thing happened to me." She continued.

The woman started to giggle.

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"What's a beautiful young lady like you doing walking around the city by herself?" Roy asked. Jenna slowly turned to see a dark-skinned man with thick, jet black hair standing there with a smile on his face. He was carefully dressed in creased khaki pants and a light blue button-up shirt. Jenna's breath was stolen by his infatuating presence. So shocked was she to be approached by such a man. Her mouth remained agape in astonishment.

"I'm sorry. My name is Roy. Roy Harting."

"No! Don't be sorry! I'm Jenna."

"Well, Jenna, do you mind if I bought you a cup of coffee?" Roy asked, still smiling.

"Um--not at all."

Roy and Jenna walked down the street to the nearest coffee shop. Not many words were exchanged on the way, but Roy knew what he was doing. Once they got coffee, the conversation started flowing. He asked her what she was doing in the city, and she told him that she was pursuing a modeling career. Jenna's words meant nothing to him, but he liked to pretend. By the time they had finished their coffee Jenna started to feel extremely tired.

"I should get home." She said.

"Okay, I'll give you a ride." Roy told her.

"No, that's okay. I can walk." Jenna's eyes started to shut.

They got up from the table and started walking out of the store. Roy walked her to his car, parked just around the corner. Jenna was now feeling light-headed and weak.

"I should really bring you home." Roy assured, opening the door to his jet-black Mercedes.

"No, it's quite alright."

Roy walked over to the passenger door and opened it with a menacing look upon his face. He grabbed her arm as tightly as he could and whispered in her ear: "Get the fuck in the car." He barely pushed her, and she fell right in.

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Vanessa Harting was well at work, doing chores around the house for her husband. She proved to be a loyal asset to him. Always a hard-worker, and always did what she was told. She was keeping the case which encompassed one of his seventeenth-century British vases immaculate when she overheard the sound of his car, racing into the garage. She knew all too well why he was so excited to be home. The familiar sound of scuffling up the garage steps even got her worked up. Vanessa flew to the door in anticipation.

"Is she pretty?" She asked. Roy looked at her like he was ready to kill her.

"You gonna help me or what?" He sneered.

Vanessa, the all-obedient and reliable wife, became more than happy to help her husband bring yet another naive and unconscious woman into the house. She picked Jenna up by her feet and helped Roy to carry her down the basement stairs. The cellar was dark and moist, and the thick smell of death lingered. Roy put the woman down to move a cement slab that was pushed against the wall. Behind it was a hole, barely big enough to crawl through. Vanessa quickly slithered through and turned on a light which glowed a quaint orange. On the dirty floor lay a lifeless female, with stab wounds, that could only be produced by the largest of knives, in her back.

"What should I do with this one?" Vanessa asked.

"Just throw her in the corner for now." Roy demanded. She followed order and began kicking the once lively woman over into the back of the room. Roy began pushing the comatose young woman through the small doorway, so Vanessa could pull her in. Once she had gotten her completely in, Roy covered the door back up.

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Jenna heard footsteps coming down towards the small plywood door which encased them. They got right up next to the door and then stopped.

Silence.

Then all of a sudden there was movement again. "Jenna!" Roy screamed.

"What do I do?" Jenna sibilantly asked the other woman.

"I don't know. Answer him." She whispered back.

"Jenna!" Roy screamed again.

"Yes--?" Jenna answered nervously.

"I'm sorry." Roy cried. He slowly unblocked the doorway. Jenna could see his sobbing face.

"I'm sorry, Jenna!" He yelled again.

"What are you sorry for?" Jenna asked. "You don't need to be sorry. Things happen--we can work this out." She continued. Roy could now see his wife, Vanessa, slowly approaching Jenna from behind with wide eyes. A large kitchen knife was exposed, all unknown to Jenna. Her attention remained focused on the bad guy--Roy, who seemed to be sorrowful for kidnapping her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Vanessa unmercifully bore the knife into Jenna's back. Both let out innumerable blood-curdling screams before Jenna went completely limp.

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That night, a young woman was walking through the city when she was approached by a stranger. He casually walked up to her with a smile and asked: "What's a beautiful girl like you doing walking around the city by herself?