It's dark when I try to open my eyes. I hear muffled words around me, but I can't make them out yet.

I groan quietly and try to move, but my hands are tied above my head and my legs are immobilized.

Now I remember what happened; Ryder and his buddy decided to keep me upstairs and used me as a punching bag until I passed out from the pain. That's why everything hurts.

"I didn't say anything to him, he just figured it out." I hear a scared female voice. That's new, it's only ever been the two men here. Why is there a girl here?

"You better not have," Threatened the gravelly male voice. I can't open my eyes yet, but I'm confused by the hushed conversation. Who are they talking about?

"How did he even get that far? He's supposed to be depressed and shit." That's Ryder.

"His stupid friends, I bet." Gravel-man.

"You'd better do your best to stop him."

"I-I will." The female voice trembled. Stop who? From what?

"Because we know a lot more than you think, and I'd hate for something bad to happen to someone you care about...Maybe you have grandparents?"

"I'll stop him, I promise, I will, please don't do anything." She pleaded. It was silent for a minute before, "I-is she dead?"

"No, not for a while. We're still having our fun." Ryder chuckled, and I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to me and then felt a hand run through my hair. I tried my best to stay still so he wouldn't realize I'm awake. "We've still got some fun plans for her yet. She's still useful." He let go of me and stalked back toward where the other people in the room were. "You're lucky you still are. We aren't usually this forgiving, so if you don't do better..." He trailed off, but clearly the girl understood what he meant, and it wasn't anything good because she whimpered.

"I-I'll do better, I-I promise."

"Good. Now leave, we want to have more fun with our little doll."