Amoy

A tall, muscular black girl stands in the doorway. Even from across the rooms you can see her muscles ripple as she slams the door shut, darkening the room once again.

"So..." says a rich Jamaican voice "you and Amanda thought you could play without me?"

A silence lingers so you inject "that's not what happened...I was ****...she forc..."

"Ah...that does seem like some she would do. She thinks she's above everyone since he mom's the president. Arrogant girl has never even bothered to say my name correctly"

The voice seems closer to you somehow but you're completely lost in the dark. You try to get out of the chair but your wrists are immobilized and the chair is anchored to the ground. The strangers steps move closer to you the more noise you make and you stop resisting, hoping she won't find you.

You hear something skitter on the floor and the steps stop. After a moment a faint glow appears from the middle of the room and the voice continues "Well...looks like I found a free phone."

"That's mine!" you let out instinctively and you hear a chuckle. The phone turns off, ending the light "Still stuck to the same spot you were when I came in aren't you? I bet you got stuck in Amanda's chair didn't you? Why she insisted on using the machine I programmed rather than her own toys I don't know. She knew I wanted to test my software first." All the while you can hear her walking straight towards you, as if the dark doesn't phase her.

You hear her move effortlessly and stops directly behind you. She drapes her long, muscular arms over the chair and onto your chest. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Amoy. Oh I like a well toned boy...tell you what, I'll give you back your phone, and your freedom, once you earned it."