I looked as if I didn’t belong in this giant mansion, with a young millionaire. My hair was disheveled and tangled, my face was bare with no makeup whatsoever, and my clothes—all of it together was a mess. My t-shirt was a plain white one, with a small yellow stain at the hem of it. The top half of me was close to decent, while the bottom half was awful. I sat in yellow shorts covered with donuts, with matching socks. My black and white high top Vans were scratched up and dirty, looking as if I stepped into mud.

Shaking my head, I stood up and started looking for Alison. Trying to retrace my steps, I moved against where I was walking to from the start. That… Didn’t work as well as I thought it would work. I ended up being more lost than ever since all the hallways looked the exact same. To my luck, I listened in on an obnoxious voice.

“Emi? Where are you?” I heard an echoed thumping, footsteps, from across the hall. The repeated noise progressively got louder until I heard a, “There you are!” from the woman.

"I have been looking for you for over an hour!" Alison exclaimed, shocking me. I've been gone for more than an hour? It felt like minutes... I just shrugged, not knowing what to say. 

“So, you got lost?” Alison held out a cup of tea which I eagerly took. I may have been taken against my will, but I sure as hell was thirsty. I’d take a cup of piss looking liquid if I was dying of dehydration; which I was. I sipped on the hot drink until it was completely finished, and handed it back to her. The brunette gave me her pearly white smile, the type of smile you saw in a poster that dentists held.

“Yep... I did.” I puffed my cheeks out, watching her gesture to follow her somewhere. She moved quickly, and I found it difficult to keep up with her. After about 4 minutes of walking, we made it to a large kitchen filled with different utensils and recipe books. Alison weirdly owned a collection of knives, which was displayed with magnets.

Alison sighed, placing the cup that was once filled with tea in the dishwasher. “Y’know, for someone I kidnapped, you seem calm. Did you phone 911 to report me?” she said, making her way to her living room. Once we stood in the doorway connecting the two different rooms, I noticed a silver shiny trophy case at the corner of the not-so-family family room. It held many awards, medals, and certificates. Basketballs, volleyballs, and simple soccer shoes were settled on the bottom shelf, and notes with dates and summaries of events were carved on metal plates.

“I used to play sports. Fairly well as a grade, middle, and high schooler. Got all this to prove it!” Alison boasted, smiling at her past success. She quickly looked away from the trophy case and checked over her phone. Her smile grew bigger; which I thought wasn't close to possible. Being nosy, I looked at her screen and saw a countdown going from 6 seconds to lower. I blinked, which costed about 3 seconds. What was it even for? Was she cooking something in the microwave? Of course not, she doesn't seem like the person to eat microwave food.

The timer counted the last three seconds, and with that time passing, I felt my eyes get heavier. They slowly shut, enveloping me in the dark and unwelcoming void of nothingness.

The last thing I saw was Alison’s evil, mischievous smirking face aimed my way.