Time passed slowly in the concrete room. Malia found herself lost in her thoughts for most of it. The man had only visited twice thus far, thankfully. He hadn't said much either. In fact, all he'd done was give her meager food rations and water. Her "meal" consisted of stale bread and a hunk of what she assumed was meat, she wasn't sure what kind though. She ate the bread but wasn't able to eat the meat, she hadn't sunk that far yet. The water by far was worse. It had a yellow tinge to it and smelled almost as if- no she didn't want to even think of it. It was needless to say that she wanted nothing more than to escape. But what of June, then? Would they really kill her? She couldn't afford to risk it. Someone would save her, the police or anybody really. Malia knew it, she didn't know what she would do otherwise.

Selene awoke with a pounding headache and aching body. She slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She frowned at the unfamiliar room, and glanced down at the bed. If she could even call it that, the "bed" was a pile of hay. A small ratty blanket sat on the ground next to her. She shivered and sat up, rubbing her bare arms. Almost as if summoned by her awakening, the door creaked open and a robed figure slipped in. Selene eyed the door, wondering what it would take to make it out. The door was pushed shut rather quickly though, and Selene knew she wouldn't have the chance.

"Who are you?" She asked, wincing at the obvious fear in her voice. No amount of training to keep her emotions in check, would help this situation it seemed. The stranger didn't answer. She sighed and ran a hand through her tangled hair, wincing as the knots gave way. She leaned back against the wall behind her and took a deep breath. "I at least deserve to know why I'm here." Her voice was strong this time, good. The stranger gave her a sharp look, finally looking at her, and she held in a gasp. "Titus?"

"Be quiet, wouldn't want to get caught." He grinned and pulled his hood further down. "When you didn't return to the party, I was worried." He paused, "I was surprised to see the house of Preciado make such a bold move against my family." Malia raised an eyebrow, how was this a move against his family?
"Your family?"

"Well of course dear," He winked, "You're my friend. I thought talking all night would've showed you. I'm sure the other families noticed our absence as well. I don't just waste my time on nobody." He paused and glanced around the small room, a frown marring his good features. "Now, let's get you out of here. Everything should've been taken care of by now."

The sound of footfalls in the distance shook Malia from her stupor. She stood and crept over to the doors, hiding behind where the doors would soon open. And so it did, moments later the door creaked open. She braced herself leaning forward cautiously. The man finally stepped into the room and she carefully slipped her hand into his pocket, and slowly withdrew the worn keys. She held her breath, in a few seconds she would be home free. She gave one last pull and the keys stopped moving. Malia frowned and pulled a little harder, but they didn't budge.

"Girl! Where are you?" The man snapped, his oily voice sending shivers down Malia's spine. There was something about him that rubbed her the wrong way. She longed to run away, but she still needed to keys. She steeled herself and yanked as hard as she could. The keys came free and slammed into each other and a loud clang rang out. Malia only had a matter of seconds. She didn't hesitate and took off running. The man followed with a slew of curses. He wasn't quick enough, and Malia made it out the door. She slammed it closed and with shaking hands locked the door behind her.

Finally safe, Malia took the time to look around. A small hallway surrounded by tall concrete walls, stretched in either direction. To her left a small wooden door stood out against the grey concrete. To the right was a staircase leading downwards. She paused, unsure of which direction to go in. She thought back to the window that was in her old prison room. As far as she could tell she was somewhere high, so perhaps the stairs would be a better choice. She had to get back to June and warn her. The man had said she would kill June and Malia wouldn't be able to live with herself if that happened. She hoped that locking him in, would buy her some extra time, she had to make it out.

Her decision having been made, she turned to the staircase and started walking. Each step echoed eerily through the empty hallway. Once she reached the stairs she peered down, praying that no one would be there. Oddly enough, it was empty. But she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the face. So she took her chance and started down the stairs.

The stairs seemed to last forever. Each flight she completed only led to more and by the time she finally reached the end she was exhausted. A large metal door stood in front of her Malia sighed and leaned against the nearest wall. As exhausting as the stairs had been it had been something to do, now she wasn't sure what she was going to do. How was she supposed to get out of here, it she didn't even know where she was?

Malia stood there for several minutes before shaking herself out of it. She pushed the door open and glance out into the room it had opened up to. She let out a gasp as she took in the elegant room, that unfortunately for her was occupied.

"Ah, You must be Malia." A man rose from the table he'd been sitting at and turned to face her. She knew him from somewhere, she'd seen him before...But where? Malia's brow furrowed in confusion. He had shoulder length brown hair and dark eyes, almost like-

"The Doctor! Y-You were my doctor at the hospital." His lips tilted up in a smile and Malia couldn't help but blush. He was beautiful.

"I see you remember. I suppose I ought to drop the act then. I'm Titus, Titus Abrasax." He paused as he walked towards her It's a pleasure to meet you." He reached for her hand drew it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. Malia was hit with a sense of deja vu. Why did it feel like this had happened before?