The clicking sound of the doors unlocking made Spencer jump.

Without hesitating, the brunette sprang out of her bed, pushing the heavy wood open as she fled into the hallways.

This was the first time she left her prison in at least two weeks. In the meantime, her captor had been isolating her, tormenting her, literally driving her to the edge of sanity - something she couldn't afford to lose, at least not now.

Spencer's legs cramped as she ran, an unfortunate side effect of being cooped up in her room for too long. The teen was too busy to care, though. All she needed to do was move, as quickly as possible, getting at least some control, some freedom she hadn't had in the time.

That's when she heard the screaming.

The more Spencer moved, the louder it became. Distant sounds became a clear voice. Mona.

"Don't leave me here!" The captive heard. "Please, do anything, just don't leave me alone again!"

Finally, she'd arrived at some kind of metal door. Spencer froze in her tracks. This was where the noise was the greatest. Where the other girl was held.

Desperate for some kind of human contact, she took a step towards it.

Suddenly, a shuffling sound was heard, along with the creaking of a doorknob.

Spencer reacted quickly - she knew how to by now - and flung herself around the nearest corner, pressing herself against the wall to the point that she thought that her body would merge into it.

Please, she silently prayed. If she were to be caught outside of her room, it could result in death.

The sound of the door scraping the floor caused the kidnapped teen's heartbeat to quicken, but cry that came from inside the room brought about a sense of horror.

"PLEASE!" Mona wailed at the top of her lungs, echoing Spencer's thoughts. "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

The desperation in the other captive's voice pulled any bit of courage Spencer had left in her, or at least enough for her to peek around her corner.

A was holding the door open, looking into the dark room. The dim light in the hallway was just enough to allow the young Hastings to make out a large hole, with Mona's features just visible at the bottom of it, darkened by A's shadow.

As their captor moved to shut the door again, the light shifted, focusing on the fragile girl in the midst of the darkness.

The sight of her made Spencer's mouth drop.

The dress - the same one that'd A had made her wear before their only escape attempt who-knows-how-long-ago - was beyond filthy and torn in some places, exposing Spencer's former enemy's jutting-out ribs. Bruises littered her arm, and a blackness even darker than her cell dominated her eyes.

Before Spencer could take in any more, the door slammed shut. The teen pressed herself against the wall again, holding her breath until the sound of heavy footsteps disappeared into a different direction.

This marked the moment Spencer decided to escape. This time, for good.