The pounding of my headache woke me up first and foremost, followed by the sound of a metal spoon scraping the bottom of a pot. The noise was unbearable for my ears and I scrunched up my face in disgust as the noise continued.  I waited for my eyes to focus on my surroundings and I realised I was head down on the table, a crimson stain only millimetres from my head. I sucked in a sharp breath and sat up quickly, causing me to go dizzy. Between that and the pounding headache, I felt like I was dying; this feeling was worse than any hangover I'd ever had. I could barely open my eyes because it seemed too bright in this room despite me knowing it was so dark and dingy in here in comparison to the outside world. What on earth happened last night? Did he get us drunk? Or drug us? The nausea hit me next and I leant as far to my left as I could, throwing up what was left of last nights dinner onto the dusty floor.

"Are you okay?" Penny whispered. I simply nodded between splutters. I longed to be able to wipe my mouth and go and brush my teeth but I knew there was no way that was going to happen. This guy barely allowed us to drink water, let alone do the 'luxuries' like brush our hair or have a shower. The stirring of the pot stopped and I thanked the Lord it had, finally giving my head the peace and quiet it needed, however my body froze on fear as I noted the footsteps making their way towards me.

"Everything okay, Princess?" He asked me, stroking my hair out of my face with his clammy hand. "Would you like to get cleaned up?" I looked at him in disbelief, I didn't even know how long we'd been here but he hadn't let us do anything before. We had stayed stuck to these chairs at all times, even when we needed to use the toilet. I quickly snapped out of my stare and smiled at him, nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes please, that would be lovely." I carried on the facade we needed to to keep him sweet.

"No problem." He grinned a disgusting, yellowing smile at me. He untied my feet and then my hands before grabbing me round the back of my neck with his large hand and walking me to a drawer. "Clean up your mess first." He opened the drawer and got out a cloth and some disinfectant. Again, an enthusiastic nod followed and he walked me back to the mess, practically throwing me down on the floor right beside it. "And don't you dare think about trying to escape, that wont end well for either of you..." He sneered as he walked back to his pot and began stirring it again, the metal spoon scraping the bottom of the pot and creating that awful noise once more. I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing at the sick with the disinfectant and cloth. I got up once to rinse it in the sink and he didn't seem to mind, his eyes just followed me to and from my destination like a hawk. Once I'd finished cleaning it, the one nice clean patch of flooring looked out of place to the rest of it, like the bright white moon in a pitch black sky. I stood up slowly and walked the cloth and disinfectant back to the sink. I washed the cloth a few times before folding it over the edge to dry and I put the disinfectant back in the drawer.

"I've finished that, may I please get cleaned up now?" His head turned towards me as he continued stirring his pot.

"Of course." He said, hesitating as he looked away from me and up the stairs then back down to me. "Go up the stairs and its the first door on the left." I looked back at Penny in a stunned silence. Had I finally gained enough of his trust for him to let me into his house? I turned round to him and smiled.

"Thank you, Sir." I said, making doubly sure he knew how grateful I was before I put my bare foot on the first of many makeshift stairs up to the house. I'd never noticed it before but these stairs definitely looked handmade, and not in a professional, expensive way, it was more like this guy had put these stairs together in a hurry himself because he'd built an illegal underground prison and needed access but couldn't call anyone with the proper skills in to do it or he would have been found out and made to get rid of it. They were rickety and unstable, creaking under my weight as I stepped up to the next step, and the next. Before I knew it I was finally by the door. I twisted the handle carefully and pushed the door open, taking a step outside the basement. The raya of sunshine shone brightly around the edges of the closed curtains and through the small stained glass window pattern on the front door. I could hear vehicles driving past and children playing, a small breeze rustling the leaves of the trees outside and birds tweeting. It sounded like heaven. I smiled to myself but quickly snapped out of it, I needed to get washed before he came up thinking I'd tried to escape and made both mine and Penny's lives a misery. I looked for the closest door to my left and walked towards it, opening it cautiously just in case I hadn't followed his instructions properly. My heart was beating fast and loudly, I was convinced when I looked down I could see it pumping out of my chest. All I could hear and feel was my pulse pushing the blood around my body. It felt like every vein was expanding and collapsing along to the beat of my heart. I opened the door to a peach bathroom, something that resembled my own in my family home when I was about four. The toilet was white with a peach toilet seat and lid. The sink was white with a peach floral design on the part that was glued to the wall. The tiles were a white, peach and decorative peach combination. It seemed to me that every fourth tile was a decorated one, the colour of the tiles dependent on where it was in the pattern. The bath was white and the edges curled downwards making it look vintage. The shower curtain was peach and held up by a silver pole that went around the top of the bath, hiding the small showerhead that was attached to the taps. Everything was reasonably clean and there wasn't an awful smell like there would be if you went to a public toilet. It was a complete contrast to what I was used to looking at; the concrete, the greyness, the dust, the smell of that food he was always stirring...

I walked over to the sink and ran the taps, trying to find a temperature that was just right. I grabbed some soap from the side and lathered it up in my hands before rinsing them again. The smell of the soap sent my senses tingling, I hadn't smelt anything this nice in ages! I splashed water on my face and lathered up some more soap, washing my face with it and rinsing that off too. Taking the dark towel, I carefully dried my face, trying to remove what makeup was still stuck there. I looked in all the drawers for a spare toothbrush but there were none to be seen. I most definitely was not going to use this man's one - although it didn't look like he ever used it anyway, so I just rinsed my mouth with water and followed that with some mouthwash which again looked pretty untouched. I glared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds. What had become of me? I wasn't vain but I always wanted to look half decent, yet here I was with makeup down my face, my hair in a tangled birds nest and the darkest circles under my eyes I'd ever seen on a human. I decided before I left this lovely room I would use the toilet, because who knew if this man was ever going to be nice again and I'd end up sitting in my own waste or something.

"Are you nearly done up there?" He shouted up. I froze, my body forgetting what it was like to move. Once again my heart began to pound in my ears, throat and out of my chest.

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered, my voice high-pitched from being scared. "I'm just finishing up." I quickly wiped myself and flushed the toilet, washing my hands one more time before I left the beauty and solace of that bathroom and headed back down to the basement.

"I hope you didn't so anything bad!" He said almost humorously, his yellowing teeth on show again. That toothbrush must have just been decoration for the bathroom because it definitely looked like they hadn't been scrubbed in a long time!

"Of course not." I replied calmly. "You have a lovely house." Without thinking, I sat straight back in the seat I'd been tied to all this time and waited as he came back round to tie my limbs back up. He ran his hand through my hair before patting the top of my head.

"Thank you hunny." He smiled before he walked back to that pot he was still stirring. The clean, mouthwash fresh feeling in my mouth had suddenly disappeared and been replaced with an acidic nausea. I daren't look over to him or Penny for that matter. He'd just called me hunny. As the word repeated in my head I grew more nauseous. What made him suddenly change his tune from shoving our faces with gloop and swearing at us to calling us hunny?

"Told you we shouldn't have gone along with it." Penny's pessimistic tone had appeared and my anger grew. What did she want me to do? Spit in his face and swear at him? Our blood would have been a matching pattern to the one on the table if I had, I'm sure of it.

"What?" I hissed back, bored with her always picking on what I did but not coming up with anything better.

"Now he's in love with you and we'll be stuck here forever." She rolled her eyes and shook her head as I glanced over to her.

"I'd rather that than be dead. Whose face was being shoved in the gloop? Not mine." I huffed and looked away from her.

"Girls, girls, girls." His voice made my stomach drop. "Dont argue about me, there's enough of me to go around." I looked up as he scraped more gloop out and onto a plate.

"Oh God." I whispered as he turned around with it.

"Dinner time."