Crazed

Chapter 1- Kim
Awareness was unwanted.
I had no idea why, but my mind told me to stay asleep just a little longer. In all the years I'd had to learn how to live with myself, live with my childhood, and face my fears to model, I learned to trust my instincts.
So I kept my lids closed, my breathing slow.
Then other things came into focus.
The drip of water. It wasn't close, but the dollop of sound echoed back to me as if I were in a windowless room. A cave or basement.
My heart fluttered as I stretched my neck. The floor was hard underneath me. Gritty. The earthy smell of damp and musty soil tickled my nose.
The possibilities of where I was narrowed. The reasons this could even be happening were also shrinking.
What happened?
Keeping my eyes closed, just in case someone was here, I pushed against that foggy part of my brain. What was I doing? Where was I?
The memory felt so close, but the more I probed, the harder breathing became. I hadn't even accessed it and now my body was flush with heat as sweat broke out over my lower back.
I was taken. My biggest fear. My worst nightmare.
I was living it.
A whimper slipped out as my fingers involuntarily twitched, scratching against a chain. Unable to pretend anymore, I gasped at the same time I opened my eyes.
I remembered.
We were supposed to steal a statue for Parker. We were in line for the show. But our car never stopped. Why even head to the show? I–
"Beasty," I half-croaked, half-cried. She had been next to me, her eyes drooping even as alarm flashed through them. She had some awareness about what was happening before we passed out.
My vision blurred, and there wasn't much light. But there was enough to highlight a rickety wooden staircase coming from the ceiling. The sickly orange glow from the top of the stairs cast long, threatening shadows. An image straight out of any horror fan art.
"Beasty," I tried again, this time my voice was strong as I rolled over.
Metal clinked together, and something bunched under my ass. Angling my head to get a better view, I groaned. I was chained up.
Another sound broke through my haze. Across the basement–or cellar?–Lake leaned back against the wall with his hands hung up on a hook above his head.
"Lake!" There was barely any light in that corner of the room, but that was him. I'd recognize the shape of his body anywhere. "Lake." It was a near sob.
He didn't move, but now that I listened for it, I could hear his breathing.
"Joaquin? Atlas?" I tried to sit up, but a dose of nausea rolled through my stomach, and I flopped back. My head bounced off the floor.
"This can't be happening. This can't be happening." I managed to bring my hands to my face. The heavy chain slid over my chest, making me feel more trapped than I already was.
I couldn't pull in a full breath as snot clogged my nose and fear lodged in my throat.
"Lake? Atlas? Joaquin?" I swallowed hard, not wanting to voice the next name. If she was here, it would kill me. I couldn't see her like this. I'd die on the inside, knowing she was here because of us. "Beasty?" I whimpered.
In the other corner of the room, behind the staircase, another chain rattled.