Papergirl tried to see her surroundings in the pitch-black room. But, it was so dark, she could hardly tell if her eyes were open.

Wearily, she let her head fall back down to the cold, hard concrete. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on making the awful migraine go away. Oh, what she wouldn't give for some Tylenol right now!

A noise caused her eyes to fly open again, not that it did much good, as she still couldn't see a thing. She wasn't quite sure what the sound was, though.

As she concentrated on the sound, it became clearer. Someone was pacing around the room!

"H-hello?" she called out weakly. "W-who's there? What do you want from me?"

The only response was a deep chuckle. One that sounded somewhat familiar.

Her head still pounding, muscles tired and sore from being chained to the floor, Papergirl wondered what had become of everyone else. Surely someone would notice her missing!

Finally, worn out and sore, she allowed herself to sink into the merciful darkness of unconsciousness again.

Someone would find her, she hoped.

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