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Spencer's Point of View

Unknown date and time, Dollhouse

I was walking to the vault when it happened. It was lunchtime, and the plan was to find more proof that could incriminate Andrew. It was becoming more and more obvious that Andrew was A. I had found personal things that belonged to Andrew in the vault and we also saw that Andrew was at Alison's replicated party. I knew that Aria didn't want to believe that her boyfriend was A, but she needed to face the truth. The security cameras had been off for a few minutes, so I jumped at the chance to find more proof. I knew that Charles would probably find out somehow, but that didn't stop me from being curious. If I had been a little more perceptive, I would have noticed that the security cameras were back on.

It happened too quickly for me to fully process what was going on. One moment I was walking towards the vault, and the next there was a cloth over my face and the smell of chloroform up my nose. Chloroform? It was too cliché. That couldn't be happening. Not to me. It was something that only happened in the movies. It didn't seem real. However, the firm hand holding the cloth in place, and my blurred vision were all too real. I tried to kick out behind me, hoping to make contact with Charles, but my balance was failing me, and my effort only worsened matters; I probably would have fallen over if it wasn't for the robust arms holding me up. I attempted to shout into the cloth – surely the other girls would be able to hear me, right? I thought that I could get someone's attention – but the sound of my shouting was barely a mumble. The cloth was forced harder against my mouth, and I stopped struggling. I could feel myself falling down and knew it was pointless to resist. I knew that resisting would only lead to me inhaling more chloroform than needed.

My eyelids were heavy when I awoke and my chest was unexplainably tight. Despite a numb feeling coming from my limbs, I wriggled my fingers and toes. I attempted to sit up, but upon further examination, I realized that I was strapped to the metal gurney that I was laying on. A thick metal band was around my hips, keeping me secured. The cold and hard edges of the metal band pressed painfully on my stomach. Where am I? I thought. How did I get here? I then remembered what happened; I was on my way to the vault when Charles drugged me with chloroform. My assumption was that he didn't want me to find any more proof of his identity.

I swallowed heavily as I lifted my head up to take a look around the musky room and I only felt more and more uncomfortable after examining my surroundings. Tools, machines, and other medical implements were placed on tables, just out of reach. I still felt groggy and faint from the chloroform that was still coursing through my veins. The light above was flicked on and I screwed my eyes shut because of the glaring white light. I could feel the light burning my retinas through my eyelids and I grew panicked knowing that Charles probably had something awful planned. He snapped his fingers in front of my face and I gradually opened my eyes now that they were more adjusted to the light. Charles was masked as a clown and stood above me. He was holding a voice changing recorder, like the one that ghostface used in the Scream movies.

"Hello Spencer." He said in a thick and threatening American accent. He then placed the voice modifier on the table that was beside him.

"Where are my friends?" I asked weakly as I saw him roll a machine towards me. "What is that?" I pulled on the restraints, trying to get loose but all they did was clang loudly. "Is this some type of sick joke?"

Charles didn't answer any of my questions and that only made me more frantic. He reached for his voice modifier and spoke into it. "Let's get started on the tests, shall we?"

My eyes grew wide. "What tests?!"

"Let's just say you'll know who your true friends are after these tests..." I could sense a smirk behind his mask. Who is he? I thought to myself. He sounded a bit familiar, but the voice modifier was making it extremely difficult to put a finger on it.

"What are you doing to me? Please just let me go!" My voice came out a lot weaker than I had hoped.

"Relax sweetie. I'll do that once I'm through with you." He cleared his throat before continuing. "But I think you may need a little rest. You're talking a little too much."

I roared and thrashed about on the table. "I'm not going to relax for you!" I took a deep breath. "My friends and I are going to get out of here. Mark my words."

"Oh okay," he said with a laugh. "And who do you think is going to save you? Your so called 'heroic' cop boyfriend?"

"Toby is a hero, which is more than I can say for yourself," I spat venomously. "I can't stand you."

"What I'm doing is for the greater good. You of all people should be able to understand that."

"The greater good," I muttered, followed by a scoff. I couldn't believe that he was crazy enough to believe that everything he had done was for the greater good. "So what's your greater good, Charles?" I asked with both of my eyebrows raised.

"You bitches have caused the most problems that Rosewood has ever seen. I'm doing them a favour by keeping you locked up in here and tortured for every damn lie you've ever told and for every damn secret you've ever kept."

I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. He was completely devoid of emotion. "How can you justify any of this? Holding us against our will and torturing us?"

"We're like a family." Charles replied simply. "I'm not holding you against your will because you already are my property."

I felt bile rise up in my throat. "You're insane."

"Sshh, just relax." He told me calmly as he brought an oxygen mask over my face. "Count back from twenty." I tried to not breathe in the gas, but my tiredness was getting the better of me. "19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14..." My eyes had fallen shut before Charles had even finished the countdown.

My eyes opened to stare up at the glaring white light above my head. I squinted a little, trying to calm my pounding headache. I could hear someone breathing heavily. I shifted, but only slightly because my limbs were constrained tightly to the gurney that I was laying on. I yanked at the restraints, but was too weak to break them.

I wriggled under my restraints again as the person's breathing grew louder. I turned my head to see another gurney similar to the one that I was tied to and Aria was locked in shackles.

Aria looked over to me and frowned. Her breathing grew louder and louder. That was when I realized that she was having a panic attack.

My eyebrows scrunched up with a concerned expression. "It's all going to be okay, Aria." I whispered, attempting to be soothing. "I think you're having a panic attack."

"Oh, she will be," Charles said as he walked back into the room with his voice modifier. "But there's nothing wrong with a little stress. Anyway, I have a special guest for you beautiful girls." Hanna walked into the room slowly as she avoided mine and Aria's gaze.

"What are you going to do to Hanna?" I asked worriedly.

Charles chuckled. "I wouldn't be worried for Hanna. After all, she is the one who will be torturing you two."

My mouth gaped open as my eyes widened. I had no idea what Charles was planning but I knew that it wasn't going to be good.

Hanna's POV

I shook my head stubbornly. "I'm not doing this. I'm not going to hurt them. They're my friends. And I'm not your doll, bitch."

"Watch your tone with me Hanna. You know exactly what will happen to your parents if you don't obey my orders," he said, edging closer. Hot tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, knowing that doing this would change my relationship with Spencer and Aria forever.

Charles pulled me to the shock machine. He grabbed my hand and put them on the dials.

"No. I'm not going to do this," I argued, trying to break away from his hold. However, he just grabbed me again and laid my hands on the dials.

"What are you doing? Is this some sort of game to you?" Spencer asked and Charles shook his head at her.

"This is a test. Hanna is going to ask you some questions for me. You answer them properly, no one gets hurt. You don't answer properly, I get Hanna to turn on the dial."

Spencer looked at Aria with a visibly worried expression and then looked back at Charles. "Aria's really unwell. She's having panic attacks; these shocks will just make them worse. Just please leave her out of it," Spencer pleaded.

"Okay fine," Charles decided after careful observation. "But if blondie over here refuses to shock you, Aria will be getting the dial."

I pursed my lips, not happy with any of the things that were occurring.

"Just do what he says, Hanna. I can handle it," Spencer stated as she looked at me. I reluctantly nodded my head in response.

Charles passed me a list of questions that he wanted me to ask Spencer.

"If you had to choose between Hanna and Emily to save in a life or death situation, who'd you choose?" I asked allowed as I read it, stuttering slightly. I didn't want to ask these questions but deep down I knew that I didn't have any other choice.

Spencer rolled her eyes. "Seriously Charles? What kind of question is that?"

"That doesn't sound like an answer to me," Charles taunted.

"I don't know who I'd save. What do you expect me to say?" Spencer questioned back.

"Hanna, turn the dial," Charles demanded.

I shook my head. "No, I can't."

"Should we turn the dial on Aria instead?" Charles questioned with a menacing tone.

"No!" Spencer exclaimed. "Hanna, turn the dial on me. I'll be able to handle it. Aria's too unwell for this."

I bit my lip, but nodded, knowing that Spencer was right.

"Let's start at one," Charles ordered. I looked away painfully before turning the dial to one.

Spencer's back suddenly arched as she was shocked. More screams left her mouth and she seized aggressively on the table.

Once Charles had enough of Spencer's screams, he told me to let go of the dial. Spencer's body flopped back down on the table, looking weak and limp. She gave involuntary jolts and I could see that her skin was starting to blister from the shocks.

"Ask her the same question," Charles ordered.

I sighed and asked the same question again.

Spencer glared at Charles. "I told you! I don't know." Spencer said, groaning from the pain from the previous shock.

"Put the dial on three Hanna," Charles ordered calmly as I shook my head frantically.

"Hanna, it's okay." Spencer told me. I nodded my head sadly before turning the dial up to three. Spencer begun to grunt and I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I watched her squirm.

With a hand signal from Charles, I turned the dial off.

Spencer let out a gasp of relief and sighed, though I could tell that she was still in pain.

"What's going on?!" Aria questioned furiously, suddenly more aware than she was before. "You can't keep us here Charles," Aria said as she fought against her restraints.

Charles laughed into his voice modifier. "Oh look, the weak link isn't sick anymore. I say we test this little shock machine on her."

"No. We had a deal Charles, stick with it!" Spencer hissed, her teeth clenched. Although Aria had become more aware, the shocks would just make her anxiety worse. We all had some form of anxiety. After all of the previous events, how could we not? But Aria was the one who constantly had anxiety attacks and was also the one who had it the worst.

Charles sighed. "Okay, fine. Hanna, ask the same question."

I rolled my eyes in response. It was all getting a little too repetitive. "Again?" I asked, groaning a little.

"Yes."

I turned towards Spencer and asked the question for the third time in a row.

Spencer sighed. It seemed as though she was finally going to admit defeat. "I'd never choose one over the other like that. They're both my best friends. In a real life situation I would save them both." She took a deep breath. "But hypothetically, I'd probably choose Hanna…"

Charles laughed a throaty laugh and it made my skin tingle in the most unpleasant way. "Isn't this game just so much fun?!" I couldn't see his real face but I could could tell he was smiling underneath his creepy clown mask. "Let's ask some more questions Hanna. It's like truth or dare!"

I feigned a slight smile. "Sure, Charles," I said with a sickly sweet tone. "Just hold up for a moment." I turned around to have a look at Aria. Her breathing wasn't too bad, but I could tell that she was going to break down again in any moment. I wasn't sure how much longer I could do this. She was locked in her shackles and her dark brown hair lay in a tangled nimbus. Her limp face was tear stained. A bruise that she had received a couple of hours earlier was growing dark on one cheek. She had received the bruise when she tried to stand up for herself against Charles. Charles had tried to sedate her in order to bring her into the torture chamber. She put up a good fight, but he ended up winning. That really wasn't surprising. It seemed like Charles always ended up winning. It felt impossible to beat him because he was always one step ahead. A drop of dried crimson stained her chin and her upper lip was split open. One of her arms lay crookedly under her, causing her back to curve to one side. She looked miserable, scared, cold and sore. Charles had turned her into someone who was hardly recognizable.

I cleared my throat before going to read the next question. I gasped as I read it and turned around to stare at Charles in disbelief. I couldn't believe that Charles would have the nerve to ask a question like this. I sighed, knowing that if I didn't read the question out loud, I'd probably be in serious trouble. "If you were to kill any of your family members, who would you kill?"

Spencer paled as I asked the question and her eyes filled with tears. I could tell that Spencer was shocked to the core at that question, and I totally understood why. Spencer had been trying her hardest to be brave but I could tell that she was starting to break. She was like the glue who held us all together. She didn't want to give Charles the satisfaction of seeing her break. I could understand that way of thinking. I once had the same mindset. But after seeing Caleb being savagely beaten and after Charles threatened to kill my parents, I couldn't pretend to be brave anymore. I started to act like a puppet, a doll, but I told myself that was probably what I had to do in order to keep myself and my loved ones safe. When I first arrived I found it absolutely ridiculous that Mona did whatever Charles would say. But I then started to do the exact same thing. However, I wasn't happy with watching my friends get hurt. This had to stop. I hated seeing my friends in pain.

Charles's amused voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Looks like she isn't going to answer the question, Hanna Banana. So I guess you just have to turn the dial to 3."

I shook my head, stood back from the dial machine, and turned around to face Charles. "I'm not doing this anymore. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to hurt my friends for some creepy guy who could be fifty for all we know."

My heart beat quickly as Charles edged closer towards me. "If you don't continue to help me torture your friends, I'll kill you. Do you really want that?"

"I'd rather die than torture the people I care about." I raised my head up confidently. I was so done with his stupid mind games.

Charles tilted his head and smiled with an amused expression. "But then you'll die for nothing, Blondie!"

I shook my head. "That isn't true. I'll die for the people that I love."

Charles laughed some more. He tugged at one of my loose waves, and pulled me closer to him. A cold wave embalmed me as the hairs rose on the back of my neck and my mouth ran dry. Just being in his presence made me feel this way. It was as if I was paralysed. I wanted to move, but I felt as stiff as wood.

"I am going to have just so much fun with you, Hanna. You're very feisty aren't you? But in all seriousness, be warned, if you keep up with this routine, I'll make sure that everyone you love ends up either dying or being paralysed." He traced a finger up my arm and I tugged it away quickly.

"And I mean, Caleb probably already is paralysed after that severe beating he got given the other day. You wouldn't want that to happen to anyone else you care about, now would you?" My eyes filled with tears as he spoke about Caleb. I was no longer scared. The fear that I once had quickly turned into anger and sadness.

"Go to hell!" I screamed at him. "You are the most disgusting man I have ever met," I told him in anguished tears. I was being stupidly resilient and I knew that I'd have to pay for it somehow, but I couldn't hold my anger in any longer. I turned away from Charles in order to regain composure.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me like that! I deserve respect." Anger and frustration flooded Charles' voice. Who does he think he is, the queen of England? I thought to myself.

I turned to face Charles, tears still in my eyes. "You really think that you deserve our respect, don't you?" I paused for a moment. "You don't. You've made our lives a living nightmare!" I was barely able to choke out the last part, trying hard to hold back the tears.

"It's okay, Hanna," Spencer soothed. "You don't want to get Charles worked up..." Spencer explained. Deep down I knew she was right. It was dangerous what I was doing, but no one could explain anything to me at that moment. I was too upset to think logically.

"Yes, after all, you know what will happen if you continue to betray me, Hanna," Charles teased. "Goodbye to your parents and boyfriend."

Rage boiled inside my heart. I clenched my hands as my long nails dug through my skin. Everything he said just made me more and more infuriated, as well as anxious. My logical thought process was almost all gone. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was going through some kind of mental breakdown. I had been locked away for so long, I knew that it was bound to happen.

"You're sick." I was just itching for a fight with him at that point. I walked past him and went to the table where all the medical tools were. There were many kinds of medical tools that could have possibly been used as defense weapons against Charles. I just needed to be creative with them. I wanted to knock Charles out or slow him down so we had time to escape this hellhole and hopefully get back to Rosewood. Deep down I knew that escaping wasn't very realistic, but dreaming up those sort of unrealistic scenarios was the only thing pulling me together. Just as I picked up a bedpan that I was going to hit Charles with, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and Charles was there, staring at me. I went to whack him with the bedpan, but before I managed to hit him, his fist made contact with my face with a deafening crack. The bedpan dropped onto the ground and numbing pain shot through me as black dots spotted my vision. I stumbled back with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them anyway.

"Hanna!" Aria yelled out. My vision was still a little blurry but I turned my head slightly and noticed that tears had formed in Aria's amber eyes.

Charles looked down at me, ignoring Aria. He went to speak into his voice modifier. "That was your warning, alright? I could have given you much worse so you should be thanking me."

"Are you kidding?" Spencer spat. "Are you saying that she should be thanking you for being a girl basher?!"

"I'm not letting you get away with this." I slowly started to regain my composure; I really didn't want to give up the fight. Especially not after all of that. I stood up and my back was now facing Charles.

"No!" Spencer and Aria called out in unison, but I already felt the crushing blow of the bedban to the back of my head. They had tried to warn me, but it was too late. I looked around the room, and everything was suddenly fading to grey. My heart was beating so fast that it was painful. I slowly tried walking, but I felt like a string slowly falling to the ground. It didn't feel like a hit, it felt like I was falling into a black hole, and all I could see was darkness. I was completely alone.

My blue eyes slowly cracked open and I let out a low groan as I turned over onto my side. I grumbled some curse words under my breath and sat up. Pain swelled from where Charles had hit me, but I knew that it could have been worse. I had to take a moment to adjust to the lack of light. I felt groggy and weak as I leaned myself against the hard wall.

"Ouch," I said as my fingers probed the area of my head where Charles had hit me with the bedpan. Looking around me, my surroundings weren't familiar to me at all. I was stuck in a cold, dark cell. All I really knew was that I was underground somewhere.

"Hello?" I called and looked around curiously. I was beginning to be panicked because it didn't seem like anyone could hear me.

I stood up and pressed my face between the bars. "Girls! Girls!" My voice echoed in the dungeons but there was absolutely no response.

I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I gripped the bars of my cell and rattled them using all of my strength, but they hardly budged. I shouted for help a few times more and I growled loudly, angry that I was the one who caused this whole thing to happen. It's all my fault, I thought to myself. The thought made me sick. I knew that if I hadn't been so defensive, I probably would have been upstairs with the girls. But at the same time, I knew it was worth it. It felt good to stand up to Charles, much better than it did to stand by and let him be an asshole.

I roared like a caged beast as I tried to bend the bars apart, but they wouldn't bend at all. I felt the skin on the palms of my hands fray from yanking at the bars, so I let go of the bars and slumped to the floor in defeat. I looked down at my hands to see the skin broken in some places and stiff in others. I peeled off pieces of skin as the feeling of helplessness, guilt, and loneliness crept upon me. I had to get out. There was no way that I was going to go through all this pain for a sociopath like him. I knew that he wasn't worth it.

I growled as I thrusted my fist into the rock wall of my cell. Ever since I had woken up, I began looking for anyway to escape my own personal prison. My fist buried itself into the wall with each punch, but it hardly did anything. Rock dust flew through the air and little pebbles fell on the floor, but I wasn't making any headway with trying to get myself out. A shallow hole in the wall was all that was left from repeatedly punching it. My fingers were bruised and bleeding from the immense force that I had been using. I was tired, hungry, and I was growing frustrated that I wasn't able to get out.

"Charles! Please! I've learnt my lesson!"

No response. I steadied my exhausted body on my feet and wailed at the wall again, but only had the luck of a piece of the wall that came loose and fell to the ground.

"You just gotta give up Hanna," I muttered to myself weakly.

I was so tired that I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

My head leaned against the cold, hard floor of the cell, wishing that I was snuggling into the warm pillow in the bed that I had at home. My eyes blinked passively a few times before finally closing. During my nap, I was haunted by nightmares of Caleb screaming and of Charles cutting out chunks of Caleb's chocolate brown eyes that I knew so well.

The sounds of the cell gate being opened and soft hands on my arms woke me up. Time managed to somehow move so slowly that I could have sworn that it would freeze soon. My double vision settled and I was able to focus on someone. A girl who looked like she could be my age or maybe a little bit older. She had olive skin with tangled blonde hair falling over her eyes. At the time I couldn't tell if her eyes were blue or brown. The dark lighting made it impossible to tell.

"Are you alright?" The girl whispered quietly. I took in my surroundings. I was still in the same cell, but I wasn't sure for how long. It felt like an eternity and I was still extremely hungry, as well as thirsty.

"Who are you?" My voice came out weak and scratchy due to thirst.

What came out of this girls mouth next, I was not prepared for.

"Sara," the girl replied. "My name is Sara Harvey. Charles wanted me to join you because I misbehaved."

No, it couldn't be true. Everyone just assumed that Sara had died because she had been missing for so long. Sara watched as my lips opened and closed like a fish out of water as she closed the gate. All I wanted to do was run out of the gates but I realized that I would be in serious danger if I did that. I felt a strong wave of nausea hit me as Sara sat down next to me and started humming quite a haunting tune. The song was lonely and deep, as if she was perfectly narrating the grim thoughts that I had been pondering in my head. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the voices inside my own head, but they were quickly running amuck. Another group of aggressive images and the sounds of my screaming boyfriend struck me, testing my gag reflex. A small sweat broke out along my forehead. My clammy hands clenched and unclenched, unable to do much more than that, and I spotted black dots prickling my vision. The stress of the situation was bringing me to the boiling point. My skin felt hot, my throat was closing, and the dots behind my eyes increased. Sara mustn't have noticed how stressed I was because she just continued to sing that damn song that was becoming louder and louder with each passing second. I wanted to tell Sara to stop, but I was too tired to talk. I could hear my heartbeat so loud that I was sure anyone in the room could hear it. With one final gasp, my eyes rolled back in my sockets and the world around me went dark, succumbing to my wish to shut down.


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