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Andrew Aldway · **08-03-2013, 06:09 AM**

As Andrew makes his way down the steps, he hears the Asian woman talking in a hushed tone, just barely audible above the steady sound of running water.

"You stupid bitch, I told you, don't fuck me around."

A slapping noise could be heard and then a muffled whimper, followed by splashing and sounds of a struggle. Andrew's face becomes a mask of puzzled interest as he creeps down another step and the splashing momentarily stops as the Asian woman continues.

"I can do this all night hun, I've got nothing better to do, and Andrew's gone, so I got you all to myself"

The splashing and struggling continues and Andrew takes another step, and the old wood creaks under his weight and he swears to himself.

"Shit."

The splashing covers the noise though and he makes his way to the bottom of the stairs. Peering from the corner he watches as the Asian woman, still dressed in her white night gown, holds a chair bound, identically dressed, blonde woman's head in a bucket of water, pouring water on her face from a glass pitcher, as the blonde splashes around and gasps for a breath until the bottle is emptied and the Asian woman lets go of her head, allowing her to sit up straight, sputtering, with tears mixing with the water on her face. [/i[i]]Andrew stands fixated on the scene as this happens two more times, each time the woman reacting as if drowning, eyes bulging, grasping at the air with her bound hands in a desperate attempt to pull herself up. Finally, after two pitchers of water, blood begins to trickle from the woman's nose and her struggling subsides a little, as she just lays back, limp, as the water rushes over her face, and the whites of her eyes show as her pupils slowly roll into the back of her head, finally causing Andrew to interject and reveal himself from behind his vantage point. As he steps out from the stairs the Asian woman stops abruptly and drops the pitcher she had been using to pour the water over the blonde's face, letting it shatter on the concrete.

"An..... Andrew..... I...... I didn't know you were already back."

The look on her face and the stammering showed how scared she was and how angry she thought Andrew might be at what he just saw, but instead of yelling, a smile comes across his face and he opens his arms.

"Darling, why would I be mad?"

The woman looks at him and opens her mouth as if to say something but Andrew holds up a finger to his lips and shakes his head to stop her.

"I'm not mad, in fact, you have given me a wonderful idea, now come."

He holds out his hand, as she looks at him, petrified.

"Let's go find Stephanie."

The woman walks to him and takes his hand, still looking scared, but obeying his word.

"Wha...... What about this."

She looks at the broken pitcher lying on the floor and the blonde girl tied to the chair, seemingly unconscious.

"You can clean that up later, or when we find Stephanie we'll get her to do it, either way leave it for now, I may need your help."

He guides her away from the woman and up the stairs, putting a large padlock on the door on his way out and shoving the key in the same pocket as the pliers he had grabbed earlier, he then turns back to the woman, and begins lightly stroking her hair, pushing it from her face and forehead.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright, as long as you do what you're told."

He pulls the set of rusted pliers out from his povket and thrust them into her hand, then grabs her roughly by the other hand and half pulls her out onto the deck, slamming the door behind them.

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