Cassidy
I try to open my eyes through the fogginess in my mind. Why does my head hurt? And why do my arms and legs hurt so much? I slowly opened my eyes and looked in front of me. I looked down and saw that I was tied to a chair.
I am in what looks like someone’s basement. Then I remember the video and the cab driver. I look to my side and see Maggie, also tied to a chair, unconscious. She looks beaten and bloodied, and I can’t help but sob. “Maggie,” I whisper as I try to break free. “Maggie,” I call again, but she doesn’t even stir.
“Oh, she can’t hear you b***h. She won't wake for another few hours.” I heard a feminine voice say. I know that voice all too well. “What the f**k do you want, Stephanie?” I ask and she cackles. She always was a f*****g witch.
“Don’t worry, the show will
