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    aimee didn't go for midnight walks often. they were saved for special occasions; those nights she just couldn't sleep, the nights she felt alone and distraught. tonight was different. aimee had no reason to leave her house that night. the late night air was calling to her, luring her out into its dangerous grasp. and so out she went, carrying nothing on her but her phone and a little pack of sunflower seeds. she wanted to be in and out, just to satisfy her cravings and go back to sleep.


    but aimee didn't make it back that night. instead, she woke up to find herself trapped in some abandoned warehouse-type building. this was all weird and terrifying enough, but then she realized the only thing blocking her way to freedom was a glass wall. it looked thick enough, and aimee probably couldn't have even broken a thin sheet of glass, but still. wasn't that risky? and what purpose would it serve? aimee didn't want to find out. she scanned her surroundings quick, hoping to find something- anything that might help her break out. there was nothing. aimee was completely alone, without even the tiniest crumb surrounding her. which again, was so weird. what kidnapper would clean their hostage's bunker this much? aimee understood removing anything that could be dangerous, but this was much more than that. the floor was washed and the walls were painted a pretty pink. come to think of it, it was the same exact pink color that covered her own bedroom's wall.


    she didn't have much time to investigate further. right as she stood up to pace her new pen, she heard the door open. it slammed shut behind her captor, and aimee couldn't do anything but watch in horror as she drew closer, closer, closer. then she just stared. just watched her, studied her, observe her as if she was some exotic animal in a local zoo. yet another confusing thing to add to the list. "w - what... w - what's happening?" aimee didn't even know if this strange woman could hear her. "w - why am i - i, um, h - here? what a - are you gonna... d - do with me?" she got a little close to the glass, refusing to make direct eye contact as she kept the stranger in her peripheral vision.

    billie !