text: "Liz," She whispers back, trying to make sure her voice doesn't break.
  
  "Wish I could say it's good to meet you but.." You shrug and gesture around.
  
  "Right..." She stops rocking back and forth but remains in a ball, looking at you with a hesitant smile, "How long have you been here?"
  
  "My whole life," You chuckle, "Never known anything else."
  
  "Really?" She seems absolutely shocked and that allows you a moment to realize that this is a real person. Someone new. Someone who doesn't want to hurt you. That's... different.
  
  "Yeah... I've always wondered what it'd be like to look out a window or go to school." You sigh and pick at your toe nail to avoid feeling the discomfort that crept up on you.
  
  "It's not that great," Liz laughs weakly, "But it's definitely what I want to get back to..."
  
  "Do you have any friends?" The question surprises you even as you ask it.
  
  "Yeah, tons. Why?"
  
  "I've never had a friend." You stop picking at your toe.
  
  "Now you do," Liz moves to your side and places a hand on your shoulder, "We're together now."
  
  The basement door swings open, but she doesn't retreat back into her corner. Instead, she clings to your side and presses her face into your shoulder. Daddy steps in front of the cage and nods approvingly.
  
  "G o o d g i r l s..." He mutters, openning the door. With a speed that still surprises you, he lunges forward and grabs onto Liz to drag her out.
  
  "No! Please, no!" She screams and clings onto your arm. You think for a moment before figuring out what you want to do.
  
  > look Away
  She's ripped away from you and you just sit there. She kicks and struggles all the way out of the cage, to no avail, and screams the entire time. Guess she's more of a fighter than you are. They pause at the top of the stairs before the screaming is muffled and the door opens. With a few minutes of time on your hands, you begin knocking your knuckles on the bars and try not to think about what is happening upstairs. There are certain days that he enjoys the comforts of his own bed but you have seen that very rarely and infrequently. Maybe he's just embarassed to do anything with Liz in front of you.
  
  About three minutes later, the door at the top of the stairs slams shut and the screaming resumes. Liz tumbles down the stairs, evidently having been pushed, and cries in a heap at the bottom. She is unceremouniously dragged across the floor to in front of the cage as Daddy unlocks it and tosses her in. He looks to me in an exhausted manner, winks, and then walks off after locking you both up. Liz dry heaves and writhes in the center of the floor, unable to even function.
  
  > remain Silent
  There's nothing to say. You've been in her place before. After a while, she seems to calm down. You continue watching her silently as she sits up and wipes off the snot that is now dribbling down her face.
  
  "I'm getting out of here." Her face is hardened, unbroken. The look in her eyes remind you of how you were when you first started. She'll get over it. You know she will.
  
  Weeks pass and she speaks not a word to you. Instead, she begins sneaking in things that you don't even know where she gets them. Spoons, rags, and even a knife. Every night, when Daddy went to sleep, she would begin chipping away at the concrete by the cage door. You watch, slightly amused but knowing it would never work. How could it? When she ends the job for the night, she tucks it underneath the only blanket you have but you say nothing. It's never going to work.
  
  Then one morning, just as you're waking up, you see Daddy standing over you. Behind him, Liz smiles at you. He kneels down directly in front of you, and reaches underneath the blanket before pulling out a familiar spoon.
  
  "You've been digging, girl?" He throws the spoon at your face and your mouth drops open.
  
  "N..no! She has! Liz has!" You back into the corner away from him as he glances back at Liz who now has a stern, emotionless face plastered on.
  
  "Bullshit." He smacks you and then picks you up, slamming you into the wall hard enough that you feel dazed as your head bounces against the concrete and back to where it's meant to be. "You're trying to leave me!" There is actual pain in his voice as he screams into your face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Liz palm the knife she stole from Daddy and are about to say something when he punches you in the jaw. "Did I say you can speak?"
  
  You shake your head, but he grabs your face and begins slamming your head into the wall. Over and over. "I. Don't. Like. Being. Lied. To." He follows each word with a strike. You feel your skull crack after the fourth connection with the concrete wall and immediately fall to the ground when he releases you. Unable to move, you're forced to look into Daddy's eyes when he bends down to whisper into your ear. "No one lies to m-" The rest are just gurgles. Liz backs away, a long reddened knife in her hands as Daddy turns to look at her before collapsing onto the ground. Liz looks at you and your caved in head for only a moment, maybe with a slight hint of guilt, before grabbing the key from Daddy's pocket and leaving you to die. With her escape came your death. You were...
  
  Betrayed. (Ending 19)