Audrey lifted herself from the concrete floor and leaned against the wall. Her side ached from lying on the hard, cold floor for so long, and she was thirsty. She didn’t know how long it had been since her captor had dribbled tiny droplets of water on her tongue, but she needed more. “Hello?” She called out. “Is anybody up there?”
A moment later she heard the door creak open and footsteps descending the staircase. “What do you want?” Her captor’s voice barked.
“Water,” Audrey uttered. “Please may I have water?”
“If I give you too much water, then you’ll have to urinate, and that would be a hassle,” he groaned. “Besides, aren’t you ready to give up and die?”
If there had been any moisture left in her body, Audrey would have cried, but there were no tears left. “What do you want from me?” She asked. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” He scoffed. “You’re the back-up plan. See, somebody’s gotta pay. An eye-for-an-eye. If it ain’t your friend, then it’ll be you.”
“You mean Kira? My friend, Kira?” Audrey sat up a little straighter. “Where is she? What have you done to her?”