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Water droplets began to delicately fall into Tonya's eyes as she struggled to open them. She felt as though she'd been asleep for days, maybe weeks. Her thigh was throbbing in pain as she struggled to sit up. Where was she? Was Libby still with her? "Libby", Tonya whispered. No answer. "LIBBY", she called out louder as she started wiping her tired eyes.

"Tonya!! Oh my gosh!! I didn't think you'd EVER wake up!!" That familiar voice could only be Libby. Libby rushed over to her friend's side and wrapped her tiny arms around her. "Are you ok?", she asked. "Yeah, I think so", Tonya said. "But my leg... Ahh.. it hurts so bad!!", she uttered as tears began to flow down her face. She looked down at her swollen leg and remembered Logan's knife piercing through her flesh. Her leg hadn't been bandaged at all. Just left to swell and be exposed to the harsh chemicals of her surroundings. "Where are we?", Tonya asked. "Where's Logan?"

She could tell by Libby's expression that the news wasn't good. But to Tonya, the fact that she was still alive was a miracle on it's own. "We're his hostages again. It's some kind of basement in the middle of nowhere. Go figure. It's Logan's style. Apparently, it used to be a greenhouse and this here is where they used to keep all the supplies.", Libby remarked. "Well, that explains the water hoses, mulch, and hand shovels!", Tonya replied. "What about Logan?" "Well", Libby began, "He comes by once a day with the usual gallon of water and loaf of bread. He opens up the cellar doors, throws it down, and leaves as quickly as he came. Sometimes he'll even bring a roll of toilet paper. Yes, we even have a bathroom but I don't think it's worked in 30 years!"

"Tonya, I don't think we're ever gonna get out of here", Libby began, slowly realizing the reality of what she was saying. After being abducted the first time around, the killings she saw, and the brutal rapes she encountered, she had made herself almost numb to everything that surrounded the kidnapping that began on the school bus that morning. Now, it just seemed like so long ago. Libby's fear and pain was beginning to take a toll on her, but Tonya had always been the strong one. Even with her leg wounded, Tonya still felt like she had to keep being the strong one.

"Libby, don't worry. We've beaten Logan before and we'll do it again. Only this time, we'll make sure he never comes back to hurt us again." Tonya could tell by the look on her friend's face that she was unconvinced but Tonya was in no mood to try to convince her. She wanted answers. She NEEDED answers. Maybe that was the only way to get out of this mess they were in. Getting out of the mess was probably the only way she'd be able to convince Libby anyway not to just roll over and die.. to just be a victim was ridiculous. It was time to fight back.

"What was in that syringe Logan gave us? I mean, obviously it was some kind of sleeping potion." "Well, that's pretty much it. It's the same stuff he's been using on you.", Libby replied. "What do you mean, the SAME stuff?", Tonya asked curiously. "Oh, um... he's been coming in here alot to keep giving it to you while you slept. He wanted you to stay asleep.", Libby remarked, staring at the floor and clearly ashamed. Perhaps she thought she thought Tonya would blame her for not stopping Logan from administering the potion but obviously, she doesn't know her best friend that well. Upon realizing how Libby was blaming herself, Tonya decided to avoid talking about it and just getting on to the important stuff.

"Why did he want to keep me asleep?", Tonya asked. Libby, relieved that Tonya was avoiding the issue that bothered her so much, simply replied, "He didn't want you to interfere." "Interefere with what?", Tonya asked. Libby face sank. She had hoped that Tonya would know what she meant so she wouldn't have to elaborate. "Oh, um.. he still thinks I'm Emily... and he still... um... " but Libby couldn't go on. She began to crumble all over again. The tears flowed down her face so suddenly and so abruptly that Tonya almost didn't even know how to respond. "How often does he..." Tonya paused for a moment and took a deep breath, fearing Libby's answer. "How often does he.. rape you, Libby?"

"Every night, OK?! Is that what you wanted to hear?? He raped me every night!! He comes in here, gives you the medicine so you'll sleep and then he pounces... EMILY!! The only problem is, I'M EMILY!! At least to him and his sick mind." Libby's pain had quickly turned to anger. Anger which she was taking out on her best friend and knew it but it was hard to feel guilty about it because of the pain and anger she was feeling. It just had to go somewhere and Tonya knew it, so she didn't care. "Let Libby dump all her anger out on me. Maybe she'll get mad enough to channel it to the source of her anger and fight back!!", Tonya thought to herself as she quietly listened to her best friend recount all the horrific times she'd been brutally raped by Logan while her best friend lay there beside her, drugged and unconscious.

"Promise me we'll get out of here, Tonya. You've got to promise me!" "I promise, Libby. Not only will we get out, but we'll take Logan out on the way. He'll never hurt another girl by the time we get through with him. And he'll never see the light of another day either." Tonya grabbed her friend and clutched her tightly in her arms as Libby's tears fell down on Tonya's shoulder. "Don't worry, Libby. He's hurt us for the last time!"