It was four in the morning when I heard the sound of glass breaking into a thousand tiny pieces. I was quite confused, but I told myself it was just my imagination and went back to sleep. A few moments later, I jolted out of bed; I thought I had heard a glass bottle hitting the floor and shattering, followed by a very loud, unfamiliar voice. I looked at my surroundings, only to find my two best friends, Allison and Hope, sleeping on the floor. The air conditioning kicked on, and I practically jumped out of my skin. Who could it be?, I thought to myself. Stop freaking yourself out, Audrey. It’s probably just the wind.
I was about to lay back down when the door creaked open. “Stay silent, do what I say, and no one gets hurt.” All I remember was a large shadow towering over me, as I desperately tried to shake my friends out of their slumber. I felt a cool towel cover my mouth and nose, and before I could even realize what was going on, my knees grew weak and I fell to the cold, hard floor.
“Audrey! Audrey, please wake up!” the frantic cries of Hope filled my ears. I slowly opened my eyes to find all of us enclosed in a very small, cold room.  I felt as if I was going to die of hypothermia; it was mid-January in Virginia, and we were locked in what seemed to be a cement box. The floors and walls were a dull, depressing greyish brown; all that could be found in the room were two hammers. I began to panic, “Why are we here? Who did this?!” my gaze moved frantically between Hope’s and Allison’s eyes. Allison’s expression resembled one of a fearful, lost puppy. “I think someone locked us in here.” “Of course, someone locked us in here, Allison! Why else would we wake up in this prison cell?!” Hope moved closer and closer to Allison; it looked as if she was going to attack her.
Hope was ballistic. Her eyes filled with a horrifying look of insanity.  She was about 6 inches from hitting Allison when she came to the realization of what she was doing. She collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. I knew letting her sit there in a puddle of her tears and misery wouldn’t do anything, “Fighting isn’t going to help any of us get out of here, so we need to figure out something,” I looked over at Allison and then a light bulb went off. I started screaming for help. After a few seconds, they both joined in too.
A couple of minutes had passed until we finally heard a voice coming from a very small speaker installed in the top, right corner of the room. His voice sent shivers down my spine. “So you ladies finally decided to stop the screeching? Here’s the deal; if the three of you can learn to quiet down, I’ll let you out.” All three of us looked at each other with glimmers of hope in our eyes. “Of course! Of course!” I was somewhat confused as to why he would take us and just let us go, but I wasn’t going to say anything to change his mind.
We spent the next few minutes waiting for some door to open and let us out, but nothing happened. I was getting so desperate that I was contemplating taking one of the hammers and trying to break through the cement wall, when all of a sudden, the loud voice floated through the room again. “Oh! I forgot one more thing. I will only let two of you out; you’ll have to kill the other one. Oh, and make it, at least, a little interesting to watch.” That’s when everything clicked. The hammers, the empty room, the speaker, the camera; this box was his dollhouse and we were going to be his little dolls.
Three days had passed, and it felt like it had been years since I had last been above-ground. Everyone was ready to give up and just wait for our death. That’s when Allison started to fall ill. Sounds of Allison’s sneezes and coughs billowed through the empty box. Hope glanced at Allison and back at me. She slowly walked over to me and whispered something barely audible in my ear. I looked back at her, my eyes wide with surprise. I never thought it would come down to this. I paced around the room. With each step, I grew closer to insanity. That’s when I finally came to a conclusion; we had to do it.
Four hours later, Hope and I walked down the busy road, tears blurred our vision. I had never felt that pain, that guilt. We walked for a good 3 hours until we saw the wonderful view of Hope’s house. There was an unfamiliar car parked in her driveway; she didn’t know who it was, but we didn’t care. We just thought her parents had someone over. We ran up to the door and on the count of 3, we opened it. Briskly, we made our way to the kitchen. When I looked up from my feet, my stomach dropped. I had this sick feeling that I’ve only felt once before, the morning we were abducted. There was a man, about 6’2”, well built, and dressed in all black.  He was in his late 20’s and had a small scar under his left eye.  A menacing smile was plastered on his face. His eyes were filled with a fire I had never seen before; I was staring my worst nightmare straight in the face. “You thought you saw the last of me?”