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“Oww,” I say, feeling the back of my throbbing head. I open my eyes, rubbing them, trying to get a clearer image of my surroundings. I feel the ground around me. It’s cold and rough like cement. It’s pitch black, and I can’t see anything.

            “Where am I?” I whisper. I think I am in the alley, but I’m not certain. I can’t feel any walls around me, just cold, hard ground.
            “He got you, too?” a voice says from a few feet away, startling me.

            “Wha…what? Who are you? Where am I?” I ask, confused.

            “I’m Eliza,” the voice responds.

It’s a female voice, scared and soft. Her words quiver as they part from her lips. I can tell she’s been crying.

            “Where am I? How did I get here?” A million questions start popping into my head.

            “I don’t know!” she weeps. “I tried to get out and I can’t! It’s some sort of cage he’s locked us in.”

            And then I remember everything; the alley, the dark figure, me collapsing. I just don’t remember how I wound up here. He must have taken me here.

            “Oh my God!” I scream. “I have to get out of here! I have to get home!”

            “You can’t,” Eliza weeps again. “I’ve tried, and it’s impossible!”

            I stand up, regaining my balance. Slowly, I make my way over to a wall. I follow the wall with my left hand, my fingers barley brushing against it, trying to find an exit. I keep my other hand in front of me, seeing if I can feel anything. My fingers touch something cold in front of me. I wrap my hand around it. It’s a metal bar. I walk alongside them, feeling for a door, anything that could lead to a way out. Suddenly, a bright light turns on, illuminating the room. It’s blinding to my eyes, having been in the dark so long. I stumble backwards a little, squinting in the light.

            “I see you’ve awakened,” hisses that evil, familiar voice. I can hear Eliza whimper as his words are spoken. I look over at her, my eyes finally adjusting to the brightness. I see a girl, hugging her knees that are brought up to her chest, rocking back and forth. Large, frightened, sparkling blue eyes peer out from behind a curtain of dirty blonde hair. Her jeans are torn, wet with tears, and there’s a bit of blood on her leg. I can only imagine what she’s gone through to wind up here.

            “You must have hit your head harder than I thought,” he continues. “I expected you to come to a little earlier.”

            I look up at him. He’s the same as before. Trench coat and all.

            “Who are you?? Why are you doing this? I want to go home,” I plead. He has no sympathy for me.

            “My son, Luca,” Amarande continues.

            “Luca,” I say to myself under my breath.

            The lights turn off, wrapping the room in darkness once again.