A teenage girl, around 16 years old, glared with intense hatred at the man who captured
her. He grinned, his menacing brown eyes glowered as he looked upon her. His caramel
colored skin stretched across a narrow face, long black hair accentuating his features. He
threw a threadbare blanket on the cement floor, and walked out. The steel door closed with
The weather outside mimicked the girl’s emotions, cold and dreary. Lightning
flashed across the sky, lighting up the dark and cramped room for a split second. The
effect was eerie. She could hear chattering and the clinking of dishes in another room.
They were talking about her.
Shivering, she leaned back against the cement wall. The room felt like a prison, with
it’s hard cot, barred windows and a small toilet that desperately needed cleaning.
Everything was colorless, like a movie from the 1930s.
The door opened. Standing in the threshold was a middle aged man, opposite of what
her capturer looked like. He had piercing green eyes set in a pale almond shaped face.
Short brown hair covered his scalp. He was one of Them.
“Come. Your presence is needed.” He said with a thick Russian accent. The
girl’s ivory skin paled. She didn’t move. “Ahem, I said, YOUR PRESENCE IS NEEDED!”
He boomed. With frightening speed he rushed towards her and grabbed her chestnut colored
hair, tugging it with such force that it made her cry out. She was dragged out the door
and through a dimly lit hallway. The voices were louder. She closed her eyes, tears
streaming down her face.
“So this is the beauty you got, eh Riko?” Someone above her said, emphasizing
beauty. She opened her eyes and glanced around her. Five men surrounded her, each with a
mischievous look on their face. Her capturer pointed a bony finger at her, and said
“Your number is up.”
The middle aged man unsheathed a crude knife from it’s scabbard and bent over. She
closed her eyes, and she could feel the coolness of the knife pressed against her neck.
“This won’t hurt… much.” He proceeded to slice the knife cleanly though her