Kiley cringed when Pam shouted, but she didn't admonish her. She wanted to cover her ears and just scream until her throat went raw, but Kiley didn't think that would do much. She was assuming they were underground, and who knew how far down. The basement back at the house needed a long elevator ride to get to it, after all. Maybe they were under the house somewhere, hidden in some secret passageway. Was Chase looking for her? Was anybody? No, Chase was looking for her. Definitely.
"I guess we're going to have to pass the time by playing truth or dare, except without the dare, because we're in a small concrete room with only a fucking rooster to keep us company. Fuck, they could have at least given me some cigarettes," Kiley said, though she knew there was no ventilation in here so that probably would have been bad. She searched for the rooster in the dark, finding it with the flashlight. It moved away from the light. "Fluffy, cuddly animals would turn on us much faster, I think. And Pam, you know that if we get out of here, you can't take that thing back to the house with us. Just... no."