Chapter One

He fumbled for the key in the dark. The blindfold and shackles made this task particularly difficult, but he had sworn there had been a pin or something in the dirt. Not that the blindfold was necessary- the basement was pitch black anyway. Dan wasn't even sure who his captor was, but he vowed to stay calm. All he knew was that her voice was scarily gentle.
Finally his fingers brushed against a cool, smooth surface. A pin! But as his hands continued to move, nearly grabbing it, the chain against the wall tensed. His arm wouldn't move any further. The pin that lay just beyond his grasp was now unreachable. But he had felt it, he'd sworn...
Frustration conquered his emotions and he yelled in his raspy voice, left in such a way because of the lack of water he'd received. On the verge of tears, he crawled back to his spot in the corner. The only moisture came from a leaking pipe.
Drip, drip, drip. 
His tongue licked the dry surface of his lips. It was either go thirsty until his captor brought him water, (if she ever did), or drink water that came from God knows where. He contemplated his options. But in the end, instinct wins and the body gets so desperate it stops at nothing to get what it wants. This time he decided to survive. Reluctantly, he lapped up the drops on the rusty bar. It was the best water he'd ever tasted.
As he sat back in the dark, a booming creak sounded in the room. Fear rose from his legs to his heart, which was now beating faster and faster, and, senses blinded, he scrambled as far back to the wall as he could, back bruised from the concrete.
"Who are you!?" He yelled, trembling. 
"You mean you don't know?" The voice was scarily familiar.
It was Alexis.