Kidnapped For A Game Show
Maeve stared at the little notches on the side of the bunk bed, and ran her finger over the lacerated wood. ‘So that’s day five?’ She asked. ‘Minimum.’ Kim said. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her knees pulled up to her chest as if she was hugging her own legs. The long brown hair was hanging in front of her best friends face in greasy peaks. ‘But how did we end up here?’ Maeve asked. She frowned and tried to think back. She had some vague memories...