"Wake up, wake up!" Both Bella and Emily heard the sound of a deep male voice calling out to them. Immediately, both women stood up from their tin mattresses.
The only light that either Emily or Bella saw was the dim light coming from the flickering lightbulb above them.
"I said wake up!" He yelled one more time, but this time he was louder than before. Emily jumped up and hid behind her mother-in-law. Out of the darkness appeared a well-built man with one eye and a scar running down his face.
Both women stood at the very back of the room as they watched their jailer hungrily smile like they were them, like they were meat waiting to be poached.
"What do you want with us?" Bella was the first to ask the man. She sounded firm in her words, trying her best to display strength instead of fear.
"What do I want? Why don't you tell me what I want?" He told them, and in doing this, not once did they see the smile on his face waver.