Unsure of how she got here or even where she was, she crawled around the dark damp concrete floor feeling her way for something to cover up with. She knew she was naked, except for the open dress shirt without buttons. She crawled around for what feels like hours not once finding a door, window or a way out. Her leg hurt, but she couldn't figure out why. That was until something started to crawl up her leg. Throwing the rat off of her she felt a gaping wound on the outside of her thigh just above the knee; still fresh but it had stopped bleeding.
She tried to stand, but as she did her leg gave way and she whacked her head on a pipe. Rubbing her head trying to console herself, she saw a man almost illuminated through the darkness laughing at her. Without warning he struck her across the face causing her lip to bleed. "What was that for?"
"You'll see." Screaming, she came to. She was awake, must have been a dream. Check the leg. It was clean, not a scratch. Her head was the same way. she must have drank too much again. did she find her way to the basement of the frat house? The mildew stench seemed to fill the room and she couldn't escape the cold, hard, unforgiving floor no matter what position she tried to adjust for.
"Baby, come on! This isn't funny. Let me out!" The only response she received was from her own words echoing back to her from against the walls. "I'm scared. Please turn the lights on... Okay I get it... Please turn the lights on... something. I know you're there baby, just let me out!" but still no response. After a while she feels a hand on the back of her neck. The grip seems familiar and she smiles, comforted.