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Jimmy still insisted on drugging me last night. I begged and pleaded for him not to. When it didn't work I tried to beat him away with my fists, but of course his weight and strength overpowered me.

I woke up again to the sound of Jimmy's alarm clock. We both rolled out of bed and got changed quickly. Jimmy handed me the jeans with the tear in the knee and a blue top. Like all of the clothes they give me, it was much too big.

When we entered the kitchen Charles was already sitting down at the table. He had a book and his empty bowl in front of him. His eyes were locked on the book and he didn't look up at us when we entered.

Jimmy handed me a box of cereal and I went over to the cupboard to get two bowls. We sat down at the table and began to eat. Tommy came down the stairs a couple minutes later. When he saw me he gave me another of his arrogant condescending looks. I looked over to Jimmy to see he wasn't paying him any attention.

Once everyone was done eating, they got up from the table and left. Jimmy was the last one to leave. He turned around before he left and kissed me. I still stayed still as he pressed his lips against mine. He didn't know the difference.

I watched as he closed the door. I waited a few minutes in case they were still standing on the wooden porch that I have only seen glimpses of when they enter. When I couldn't stand waiting any longer I tried the doorknob.

"Fuck," I said, as the door knob wouldn't turn. I pulled it harder. I started pushing my weight into the door. It remained lock and I swore again. Jimmy doesn't trust me enough to keep it unlocked yet. To be fair, why should he? I've only been here four days.

There must be spare keys somewhere. I checked our room, so I know there isn't one there. Maybe Charles or Tommy has one.

I quickly ran up the stairs to Tommy's room. I went over to his dresser to see it had knick-knacks and items scattered across it. I lifted up a picture frame to see that it was another picture of Jimmy and Tommy. This one was a little more recent as Jimmy appeared to only be about twelve or thirteen years old. They left side of his face was still smooth. They're skin was red as they were jumping into piles of snow. Just like the other photo, this did not look like the picture of two murderers, instead it just looked like a couple of innocent boys.

I moved the photo back, trying to put it back in the exact same spot. Tommy's room was so immaculate and clean, just like Jimmy's. I wonder if Charles gave them some kind of physical punishment for not cleaning their room.

I lifted up the trinkets, but there was nothing underneath. At the end of the dresser there was a little wooden box. Designs od roses and leaves covered the top. I slowly lifted it up and opened it.

My hand shot up over my mouth quickly to stop myself from screaming. Inside, the box was filled with teeth. They varied in size and colour. Some were yellow, and the ones on the top were a brighter white.

My stomach felt like it was sliding up into my throat. The white ones must have been from the man or girl they took last night. Or maybe even both of them. It was sick to kill people, but to take some kind of souvenir from them is disturbing.

Without thinking I dropped the box onto the floor. I couldn't stand to be touching it. As the box hit the ground, the teeth dispersed all over the floor. I dropped down onto my knees and frantically put the teeth back into the box. An unrealistic fear of Jimmy or Tommy coming in and seeing me flooded my mind.

The yellow, dingy looking teeth went on the bottom and the white ones went on top. I couldn't let Tommy know that I was looking through his stuff. The cold teeth slipped through my fingers every time I put them away and a shiver ran up my spine every time I touched one of them. I imagined how they use to fill someone's lively smile.

Once I was sure I got all of the teeth put back into the box I put it back up onto his dresser. I ran back into our room and went into the bathroom; locking the door behind me. I crouched over the toilet and began to vomit. The few contents of food I have eaten left my stomach.

With the back of my sleeve I wiped my mouth and then rolled over onto the floor. I wanted to curl up and cry, but I couldn't let them do that to me. I needed to be in a sane frame of mind when I escape. The police were going to have enough trouble believing what goes on in this house and being crazy wasn't going to help.

I got up off the floor and washed my hands. I covered them in soap and scrubbed them as hard as I could. When I was done my fingers felt disgusting, so I washed them again. I did this over and over until my fingers had shrivelled up and pruned.

I should keep searching Tommy's room, but the mental image of that box made me sick. I didn't want to be anywhere near it. I'll go to Charles's room next.

His room was a dark blue and had dark curtains. He had old wood furniture just like the rest of the rooms.

As my fingers scanned over all the items my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I didn't know what else I was going to find. If Tommy keeps teeth in his room, what other kind of souvenirs are in this house?

I didn't find anything though. I swore again as I slammed the last dresser drawer shut. There had to be keys somewhere. They must be on them. How was I supposed to get them now? They weren't just going to hand them to me.