It was still early in the morning when Cassandra crawled out of bed. With her mind still trying to reorient in time and space, she decided shortly after that her first priority would be to get ready. As it should be. She really had nothing planned besides dropping a visit to the family headquarters to see how her fellow family members were doing. However, each day always had something fun and fresh for her. Grateful for being born with the qualities of a social butterfly, she would walk out on the streets and suddenly find herself in a deep-rooted conversation with a stranger. Last week she confessed to someone about her guilty pleasures of being tied up to a tree. Needless to say, the girl on the receiving end didn't take kindly to it, and gave away a sour expression at the excitement in Cassandra's tone. When she was describing all the details that were part and parcel of the phantasmagoric experience. By the end of it, Cassandra was bursting of energy and wanting to shower her with more tales that did not only shape her, but made Cassandra the woman she was today. Because of this, Cassandra was even more ready and bubbly to go out into the streets again. Before she walked out of her apartment, she couldn't forget her red lipstick. There was a smear of it on her lips, and she had done her hair up in a messy yet elegant bun. The outfit of the day was just a simple black mini dress that hugged at her waist. Sneakers to top it off. With a final step towards her vehicle, she headed off into the unknown, or rather - the local cafe to get some early morning breakfast in before she would complain later in the day about being deprived of food and drink. 

Cassandra arrived. Bided her time by playing with the silverware on the table. Then a waiter appeared by her table, smiling cheerfully and poised to hear her order, which she heard was going to be the wheat muffins and evaporated apricots. "Sweet tooth today?" The lady looked down at Cassandra as she noted down the breakfast dishes in her dainty white notepad, to which she replied: "Always. Something tell's me I'll be needing the energy today. I don't know why I feel this way. Must be the weather." She turned her head slightly away from the waiter and noticed the sun shining even more brightly than when she had first woken up. The golden sun rays peered through the cafe blinds, making horizontal shadows bounce off the louvre shutters. A wave of nausea suddenly engulfed her. She held a hand to her forehead and rubbed an area of it, hoping to make her increasingly painful forehead tension go away. When her food finally came, it was able to quell her impending morning sickness - but only for a little while. Cassandra knew something was wrong, but somehow still unwary of what was about to happen her. 

But that came later. 

Before that, she had just been having a friendly conversation with a complete stranger after having finished with her breakfast. Cassandra left the cafe feeling a little more happy that she was not 'hangry' anymore - a combination of hungry and angry. A mood that was typical of her. The point was - she ran into someone along the concrete path right outside the cafe. Who knew that Cassandra would bring up another one of her kinks again? Here she was, making another grand introduction to her collection of conquests. On the spot too. Wasn't that impressive? The person standing across from Cassandra thought so too. Leaning back against a medium sized brick wall behind her, the person listened attentively to what Cassandra was saying. 

They talked and talked and talked until Cassandra went blue in the face about how much pleasure she felt while being beat in the face one with a hammer. Safe to say that the conversation ended abruptly when Cassandra noticed her new friend's uneasy manner. As Cassandra made the momentous decision to cut their interaction short, politely of course, the next thing to happen was exactly the thing that had been making her feel anxious since the day started. Cassandra didn't see the black van pull up to her at first, but when she noticed two sleazy men with their faces covered by balaclavas charging towards her direction, she just knew... in that moment - she was dead meat. 

"Get your fuckin' ass in the car!" 

"Go go go!" 

"Put your hands off me you prick!" 

And she felt like a piece of meat too. Being pulled and dragged by her arms, held against her will and quickly thrown into the back of the vehicle. Cassandra was KAS. Kinky As Shit. But not this kinky. She was in thrall to a case of a grisly kidnapping. Not to mention that she was in a state of panic and shock, but the fear subsided just a little bit when she found out that she wasn't alone. The two men pulled her out of the van, making sure to secure their grip on her wrists and again threw her in another secluded area. The room was underground, small and made of concrete. Cassandra was now locked behind bars, but it wasn't a typical jail. There was nothing to keep her company. Absolutely nothing. Her ankles were restrained by a metal chain attached to a post located in the middle of the room, on top of a concrete plinth. 

But even though she had nothing, she did have someone. Her name was DonaBisi. And, well... Cassandra didn't like her one bit. She seemed a bit too confident about escaping. Cassandra wasn't fond of the little-miss-know-it-all's. They had to be realistic. They didn't know if they were going to be stuck here for days, weeks, months, or even years. And in a final ploy to shut the girls up, one of the men banged against the dark metal bars with a baseball bat followed by a threat that if 'any fucking one of you utter another word, both will get hurt. Badly.' 

Cassandra wanted to believe that he was saying that because the walls were thin, and that anyone passing by could possibly hear the faintest sound of a scream. But she snapped her mouth shut, and only opened it again when he walked out of the damp, underground basement. The tension in the air was thick. Cassandra sat across from Dona in the corner. 

"... How did you even get here anyway?" 

Dona watched the door of the Concrete room slide open as the men behind the balaclavas threw another body in. It was dark and cold She had not eaten a decent meal in a few hours and she was starting to get light headed. She did what she could to remain calm and figure things out, she did not know who this new person nor did she care. She needed to get out of here. She waited until the man with the bat walked out of the basement to begin speaking to the new person shackled in the room with her.  Before she could speak she was interrupted by a "..... How did you even get here?"

Dona decided to tell the women about how she had been kidnapped. It was a rough night for her as she had plenty to do at the bakery but wanted a drink after work. She went home to change out her work clothes changing from her work shoes and pants to black heels and a long skirt.  Don left her house smelling like an abundance of roses. Walking by the local 24 hours newsstand she picked up a pack of matches and lit her cigarette as she walked to her local bar.

Upon arriving at the bar she noticed the doors had been chained shut and there had been a paper posted in front stating the place would be shut down for a while because of a health issue. Great now Dona needed to go out of her way to get a drink tonight. She knew of this tacky bar nearby but had never tried it because of all the odd stories she heard from people who have gone there. A last she needed her drink and went anyway she would not get this pretty to turn around and go back home. 

The new bar a few street away smelled like something out of a horror film but Dona would tolerate it because soon she would smell nothing but her own vomit, Dona had ordered her first drink a straight shot of vodka to start the night. There would be time for plenty more and she wanted to take it slow and enjoy the night. Hours later dona was on her 8th drink and was sitting at the bar alone halfway passed out she could feel it was almost time to go. At this moment the bartender approached her and asked her if she needed a ride home?

"No- it izz goig tew bezz ok , ill bezz ok "

At this point Dona was drunk out her mind and decided to begin leaving, she paid off her bill and continued down the street to catch a taxi at the corner. To drunk to pay attention to her surroundings she did not notice a black Van drive up unto the street , the door sliding open as two men with balaclavas on jumper out and grabbed Don. Quickly thinking Dona tried to poke one of the men in the eye with her home keys. Her drunk self missed but managed to cut under his eye, she was overpowered and thrown in the  back of the van where they placed a black hood on her face and tied her arms up. 

They drove for what seemed like hours before stopping . Donna was dragged out of the van and into a secluded are of what seemed like a basement as she could feel the steeps going downwards along her body. Dona's headache was rattling her head, she regretted drinking so much. The men finally dragged dona to a cell and chained her to a post located in the middle of the room. They removed her hood and she spat at them spilling threats of what she would do when she got out. 

Back in reality Dona, could get the sense she would not like this women as she had already begin annoying Dona with talk while she was thinking of ways to get out. Dona did not like to talk much to others and this women was not exception for all she knew this was part of the setup and people where trying to get something from her. Against her wits Dona asked the new women CassandraVilmont what she had done to be kidnapped if she had done anything at all, and if she had any information on the people who had kidnapped them. Dona wanted to get to know the women more as she would have to put her pride aside and work with her if they ever wanted to escape, from her point of view Dona could only see one exit and one entrance, between them metal bars , and god knows what will be waiting for them up there even if they do escape.It was time to think time to plan, she refused to die there. Dona vowed to be aware of her surrounding from this day forward, this was the first time something like this had happened and she was still in shock. 

Cassandra changed her position from lying sprawled across the floor to sitting on her haunches. The chains rattled as she move and echoed throughout the cold basement.  She heard DonaBisi tell her side of the story about how she ended up coming to this miserable,  wretched place. A place where women like them are treated horribly. And that entrance she was talking about, was very long and narrow. Like a passage in the catacombs. They would have to walk in single file to get out, making their escape plan longer than necessary. If they really wanted to escape, the only way to get out of the jail is if they willingly make their captors open the door for them. It would be better because Cassandra and Dona would be left without the pressure of getting caught. However, that day seemed very far ahead. Cassandra sighed quietly. So this girl was not only drunk when she was kidnapped, but she was just as unwary as Cassandra. Even though they were the opposite in personality and mindset, the causes for their demise were pretty much the same. Two girls unaware of the future ahead of them - being kidnapped on the spot and no where to run or hide. This was going to be a long ride, but Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle indirectly.

"Well, I'm going to take a nap. We're obviously not getting out tomorrow, or the day after that. We can plan later." If Dona was livid about her not even considering the interests of others, Cassandra thought it was understandable. But in her eyes, they didn't have to like each other to escape together. Every man - no, scratch that. Every woman for herself. Anyways, Cassandra was too tired to continue the conversation and left Dona alone with her thoughts. Cassandra slept. For one hour. Then another. And another. 

***

When she had finally woken from her slumber, Cassandra was shocked to find a plate of food in front of their cell. Just far enough so she could drag it closer to her. But the metal bars were so close together that she had to eat with the plate still outside. When she began to desperately eat the half cooked peas and vomit flavoured pumpkin soup, she almost looked like a starving dog. She was one anyway - in the metaphorical sense. No doubt, being kept in here would make her crazy. Cassandra was afraid she might start barking instead of screaming for help. 

There was only one plate for the both of them. But Cassandra was so hungry that she had left nothing for her new companion. A wave of guilt rushed through her body and she instantly felt like vomiting everything out. How did she even eat all that? The aftertaste in her mouth was worst than the garbage pit she had passed by last week. She vaguely remembered the flies swarming around it, and the rats scurrying back and forth in between the scraps. When Cassandra turned out to express her apologies, she realized that she had been talking to herself all this time. There she was. Sound asleep in the corner. Cassandra bit her lip worriedly, before whipping her head back in the direction of her food. Then suddenly - the two men with the balaclavas came stomping back inside the cavernous room. She instinctively flinched when she heard their footsteps due to their threats last time with the baseball bat.

"Damn, you were both hungry." One of them snickered. Cassandra soon discovered after that his name was Kubrick. But since they always had their balaclavas on, she did not know about their appearances yet. "Alright, lets take this upstairs Grayson-" 

"Wait, but my," Cassandra clears her throat uncomfortably as she tries to find the right word, "... She hasn't had her share yet. I was hungry and I-" 

"Save the bullshit for another time. Anyways, that's just too bad. The next meal isn't until the day after tomorrow."  With a final evil laugh escaping from both their mouths in an attempt to antagonize her, they returned upstairs - leaving Dona with nothing to eat for the next twenty four or more hours. Cassandra was feeling really bad now. How could she have been so selfish? This guilt trip was not doing good for her calm mindset. She was beyond calm, now just frustrated and upset and sour. It only took that incident to happen to realize that she needed her more than anything or anyone else. Cassandra relaxed her shoulders as she tried to steady her breathing again. Dona looked way too comfortable in her sleep to be interrupted, but Cassandra was growing impatient over her careless actions. She crawled over to her while hearing the scratching of the metal against the hard floor. Then she shook Dona gently on her forearm.

"Please wake up. Please wake up." 

If she was going to wake up angry, at least Cassandra had a plan on how to placate her: with a promise. A promise that from hereon out, she would stop sitting around and settling down on half-measures, and actually put her head down and get to work on their way out. Well, that was easy. There was one exit. Unless they would be willing to dig a hole underground and go out that way. But Cassandra was  a pragmatist. The only thing that was sent down here would be their usual plate of food every second day, which gave Cassandra a tremendous idea. Grayson and Kubrick. The two kidnappers. Grayson seemed less authoritative than the other guy. He's probably working for him. Or could it be the other way around? 

It suddenly came to Cassandra that the men would still have to let them out for pee and poo breaks. There was no way they were going to shit in here. Not only would it stink, but also the smell would travel upstairs where they are probably keeping guard. That's no good for the girls or the kidnappers. Cassandra shook Dona again a little harder to get her awake. It seemed to work that time as the slightest sound of a yawn erupted from her.  

"Okay um, before you yell at me and all that good stuff, yes I did eat your share of the food. I am really sorry. When we escape, I'll treat you out for lunch." Cassandra said, trying to liven up the mood.

"But in all seriousness, I promise I'll  stop fucking around. I do have an idea though. Care to listen? Food is sent here every second day. I reckon that the next time we eat the food, we pretend that we are busting to go to the toilet. And they will probably escort us to the bathroom. I mean, I know it's located upstairs but wherever that bathroom is, we wash our faces and refresh ourselves. Then we come out, beat them up and twist their balls so hard they won't be able to stand up." 

The plan sounded absolutely ludicrous, and she was smiling a little too happily about it, but Cassandra was willing to do anything. She was up for other suggestions of course. She wanted to know what Dona thought about it. Since they were such complete opposites, it would be nice to get a different insight. At least they did have something obvious in common. They both hated their kidnappers's guts.