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Anya's POV
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I look down the long hallway, dizzied by the tons of doors opening to a new room each. The doors look heavy with their metal frames, builds, and hinges. Each one has a small rectangle space that is partially and equally supported by metal bars, representing a window.

My feet seem to move forward on their own. Deciding to follow along with them, I look at the rooms at my sides. Many of the doors are open. In the first room on the right, I see hundreds of wires and cords lying on the floor. Some are cut and some are plugged into big pieces of lighten up machinery. The room is ominously decorated with red and blue lights. In a room on the left, I see two metal chairs facing each other. Eerily enough, nothing else is in that room except for a crowbar lying behind one chair.

Continuing my adventure, I look into the next room on the left to see a single chair, covered with sharp spikes along the arm rests, seats, and back. It includes multiple restraints, in which are also made of metal. The view makes me shudder, thinking of if it's been used. Not far from the chair is a large, rusted drain. I step towards the next door on the right side of the hallway quite quickly, hoping to get the gory image of being seated in that chair out of my mind.

I see an array of weapons hanging off of metal posts on a large cork board on a wall. A long metal table stands in the middle of the room. I look closer and see restraints on the sides. I almost fall over when I see a faint jolt of electricity between small cut wires, cords, and random bolts scattered across the table.

It's been used before.

I hurry my feet and end up at the end of the hallway. Directly in front of me is another metal door, but a closed one. I stand on my toes to look through the so-called "window," but it is too dark to see much inside. I back up and find a key in the lock of the door. Turning it, I pull open the door.

It's heavy... and really loud.

I look in to faintly see yet another metal chair in the center of the room. It's dark and I can't make out much.

There's someone in the chair.

A chill runs down my back. The person's body is limp, slumping down into the chair. The restraints are acting as supports. I can't tell of its gender, age, or appearance. Suddenly, it looks up. At me. Straight at me. It slowly but surely tilts its head to the side. Leaning forward, it lets out a low growl. Someone shoves me inside the room, slamming the door behind me.

The lock clicks.

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I wake with a jolt and a searing pain in my cheek. I slowly look up, realizing that I had been smacked with something. My eyes adjust to the extreme lack of light and I can make out a figure of someone. Paige. Holding a crowbar. I try to speak, but a thick strand of rope in my mouth prevents me from doing so. It tears at the sides of my mouth. Only now I notice the metal chair beneath my body. My wrists and ankles are tied to it and the rope burns the skin under it.

What is happening? Where am I? Why am I tied up? Why is Paige just standing there? Is she the one who did this? Tied me up? I can't of a good explanation for this. ...At least, not one that would be good for me.

"Oh, you have finally woken! It took so long and I was becoming restless. I still find it hard to believe that I had to use a crowbar to rouse you!" She laughs to herself. "You were having some sort of nightmare. Your struggling was beginning to be excessively annoying."

I don't remember much of the dream, but I do remember that I had one. I can only recall the feeling of my stomach in my throat. Although, I'm getting major deja vu from something. Maybe it's a few things.

"Now, I know you're dying to speak, so I'll make an offer. I speak first, then I take off that awful rope. Deal? ...I don't know what I'm saying, this isn't a deal, it's a plan." She laughs once again.

What is she talking about? Why did she do this? What did I do to her? What about Google?

I suddenly remember last night, when Google attacked me. I shudder in fright of the way he acted.

"You probably have no idea why you're here. So, I'll explain it for your simple, shallow mind. Over these long, painful years of you always getting what you want, I decided it was time for a change. You've always been prettier than me, more popular than me, and you always got all of the attention! Did I ever get any of that? No! But thankfully, I was the smart one. I was the one who could lie. I was the one who had the patience to wait this long for satisfaction." Her voice lowers to a deep growl.

I had no idea she felt like that. I never meant to do that. I thought she hated the spotlight. I thought she didn't care about looks or popularity. If I had known she felt that way, I'd have done something about it. I... I care about her... and she cared about me. But, I know now that it was all a lie. A dirty, plotting lie.

She tightly clenches the arms of the metal chair I'm strapped into. She brings her face so close to mine, that I can feel her husky breath on my face. I can feel it shaking and quivering in accordance with her moving throat. My eyes are as wide as a deer's.

"I used my skills to my advantage. Clearly, I succeeded. You're sitting in front of me, helpless. Shaking in fear that your poor, useless life will be ended by me." She lets out a hysterical laugh.

Backing up away from me and off of the chair, she holds her stomach and throws her head back. All the while, her laugh growing louder.

"But, not to worry, Anya. I won't lay a hand on you. I would never."

I sigh in relief. She may have gone absolutely crazy, but at least she still has a sense of passivity.

"Instead, the love of your life will." She walks towards the door, cackling madly, and opens it. "Have fun, you two!" She slams the door behind her.

The room is pitch black...

...except for a creepily familiar pair of glowing red and a blue eyes.