11 Chapter Ten.

Ruby's stomach growled as she lifted a slice of pizza to her mouth.

Across from her, Olivia sipped on her water, glancing at the door every few moments.

"My parents used to bring me here when I was a child. You know, before it got shut down." Ruby said, never being fond of the silence.

Olivia looked at her, but didn't speak.

Ruby took this as an invitation to carry on, "Every time we went, we would buy a large popcorn to share and each of us a slushee."

Olivia was smiling slightly now, "My family and I only ever came here once," she said, finally opening up, "We watched a movie and then spent the rest of the night in the arcade room. My brother and I earned what seemed like a thousand tickets, but at the end of the night it was only enough to buy a few pieces of candy."

Ruby laughed at this, "Why did you never come back before it closed?"

Olivia's eyes diminished, "My parents and brother died in a car accident one night while on the way to pick me up from a party. My parents vehicle had the right of way and a drunk driver didn't stop. They didn't even slow down. My family was pronounced dead on the scene."

"How old were you?"

"Seventeen." Olivia said, fiddling with her fingers.

Ruby's heart ached for the girl, "Do you have any other family?"

A single tear rolled down Olivia's cheek, "No. After my families deaths, I lived on the streets. Sometimes, I think that's why Master chose me. I had no one."

Ruby pulled at the chains as she reached across the table, grabbing Olivia's hand, "Well now you have me. And when we get out of this hellhole, you can come stay with me and my family."

Olivia smiled. She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off as screams began echoing outside the room.

The screaming seemed distant, almost as if it were getting farther away.

Ruby glanced at Olivia, who was watching the door like a hawk.

"Where's Davina?" Ruby finally asked, thinking of the worst case scenarios.

Olivia didn't answer.

The screams continued dying out until eventually there was nothing more then the sound of their own breathing.