I woke up sometime later that day. My brain didn't even realise that I wasn't at home, or rather at my Grandmother's, in my head I was there. Which explained the unfamiliar room, I had not been there in nearly 10 years. I got up, still in the clothes given to me, and walked over to the door slowly. I turned the doorkknob, sleep still etched in my mind, and was suprised to find it not budging. Blaming this on the old house, I shook and shook the doorknob, now fully awake. I grew frustrated when it still didn't open.

Then it all came crashing back. I gingerly reached a hand up to my neck and winced when it burned. I walked into the bathroom, I saw and angry, red burn stretched all along my neck.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed. my head whipped to the sound of a lock unlocking.

"God dammit, woman! Can you shut the fuck up? It's 4 in the fucking morning." I stomped out of the bathroom and walked over to him.

"You sick, son of a bitch! You're barbaric! Have you fucking evolved? Or is your mind still set in a middle ages!" I screamed at him. "This is torture!"

"Oh, I see Gates put the collar on you. How'd that work out?" Shadows smirked at me, clearly amused at my outburst.

"How the fuck do you think it went! The little green eyed monster used it every two fucking minutes!"

"Well let that be a lesson to you, obey us, or there will be pain."

"Oh, I'm in the wrong here am I?" I shouted at him, unbelieving that he thought this was my fault. I shot my fist out, aiming to punch in the face when he grabbing my wrist and proceeded to bend it backwards, in a way that no wrist was meant to bend. I screamed out in pain as I felt it begin to snap.

"LET ME GO!" I cried out, beggining for release. He stopped bending it backwards but he stepped closer to me, his chest practically touching my nose. I looked up at him and he was already staring down at me.

"If you haven't already figured this out yet, I'm never letting you go." The thought of this scared me, I was doomed to spend the rest of my life here.

"What is going on in here?" A sleeping gates stumbles in, when he sees our position, he cocks an eyebrow and looks at Shadows.

"Nothing, I was just bringing holly to my room to spend the rest of the night." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. I still felt the need to argue, there was no telling what would happen in I stayed in there.

"Um, no you're not."

"You really wanna fight me on this, slut?"

"I am not a slut!" I screamed at him.

"Okay, one, shut the fuck up, do you really want to wake up the other guys? Two, you're a whore! You let Gates bang you, then you let me bang you, not even an hour later! In the car you moaned like a cheap whore when Gates was fingering you and I heard about what happened in the kitchen. Apperantly you were more than willing to let Zacky fuck you right there in the kitchen. You're like a regular sex addict. And I bet, I can make you scream my name tonight."

"I'm not a whore, you all raped me! It wasn't voluntary!" I whispered.

"Yeah, those moans seem to say different. Let's go." He grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me from the room, but I dug my heels in.

"Please, just let me go." I cried, I don't think anyone but Shadows heard. I was whispering but I think my voice rang loud and clear to him.

"We've talked about this, I'm not letting you go. Just come on, don't make me carry you." I wasn't about to give in, but the boot on my leg began to slide against the hard wood, I tried not to slip, but I couldn't help it. My boot slipped and I fell to the floor, and along came Shadows, crashing into me. "Dumb cunt." He sneered. He immediately sat up and bent down to pick me up off the floor. He then grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up and over his shoulder. I hung there limply and watched as he carried me down a series of halls, passing too many doors to count. He opened one door and walked in, he then placed me square on my feet and turned around to lock the door from the inside, then he dropped the key in a drawer and walked into the bathroom.

I stood there awkwardly in his room, not knowing what i should do. A warm summer breeze blew through the room, picking up my hair and softly blowing it around. Wait, a breeze? I looked around the room frantically, and sure enough, there was an open window, curtains billowing around. I crept over to the window and leaned out the window, there wasn't anything I could climb onto, making the drop a lot less dangerous.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Shadows said. Chills ran up my spine as I hear his voice.

"I uh, I was just looking out at the, um, the scenery." I tried to sound convincing but the stutter made it impossible.

"Yeah, okay." He walked over to me and I immediately moved out of the way, not wanting to get hit or pushed. He forcefully slammed the window shut. He took my hand in his and slowly walked me over to the king sized bed, he sat me down on the edge of the bed and picked up my legs, swung them over the bed and softly pushed me down in a lying position. He then turned and opened a draw in the bed side table, he was moving things around until he found what he was looking for. I heard the metal clink before I could see them. "Give me your arm."

I looked up at him and immediately my eyes widened. "No, no way."

"Relax, I'm not gonna do anything to you. I just don't need you running off again. You, clearly, can't be trusted!"

"I swear, I won't run off."

"Yeah, I still don't trust you." He reached down and grabbed my arm. WIth his other hand, he cuffed the bedpost then cuffed the other side to my wrist. He cuffed it tight, not tight enough that it dug in, but tight enough to know that there was no way my wrist would be getting out of it. He walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in, only then did I realise that he was only in his boxers. I blushed at the thought of sleeping in a bed with a grown man. I've never spent a night in the same bed with anyone. I began to get nervous, fidgeting around.

Once Shadows was in bed, under the covers, he turned on his side and tried falling asleep. I had no such luck. I was restless, I kept switching positions every few minutes. It wasn't only the fact that I'm wide awake, it was also the fact that my arm was raised, the blood draining from it, quickly falling asleep, tingles ran up and down my arm. It was incredibly uncomfortable and there was no way I was falling asleep anytime soon.

"Oh my god, will you keep still?" Shadows grumbled, turning around to stare at me.

"I can't fall asleep and my arm is numb!" I told him.

"Do you want to sleep on the floor? Because that can be arranged."

"Well, if my arm wasn't hand cuffed to the bed, I could fall asleep." Shadows quickly got up and stumbled around the bathroom, when he finally emerged he had a closed fist and a glass of water. He crouched down beside me and held up a single white pill between his thumb a forefinger.

"Here, take this. It'll help you sleep."

"You know, I don't see that happening anytime soon."

"It's a fucking sleeping pill, relax!"

"How do I know! It could be a death pill!" I said.

"Fine." He sighed, frustrated. He popped the pill in his mouth and downed it with a big gulp of water. "If you won't take it, get up."

"Am I going back to m-, the other room?" I didn't dare say the words that almost slipped out. I almost called it my room, but I didn't want to associate anything in this house as mine.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You're sleeping on the floor."

"Why do I have to sleep on the floor?"

"Because it's my house, my room, my fucking bed, and you're my fucking prisonner."

"I'm a girl, I don't sleep on the floor."

"Well tonight, you're gonna." He quickly ulocked the cuffs and left the room. He laid down a comfoter on the floor and a pillow, then he put another comforter on top. One to sleep on, one to cover me. The pill was starting to have an effect on him. He was stumbling around and when I finally laid down on the floor, after being pulled down, he laid down on his be and immediately fell asleep. He forgot to lock my arm once more to the bed post.

I waited until I could hear his soft snoring before hopping up off the ground and quietly walking over to the drawer that he dropped the door key into. When I opened the drawer, I was shocked and defeated to see that there were ten keys in that drawer. I picked up all the keys in my hand and walked over to the door. I glanced over my shoulder to check that he was still asleep. I knealt down on the floor and stuck the first key into the doorknob. When that one didn't work, I tried another and another and another, until finally, I found it! I placed the other keys on the floor and pocketed this one, if I got caught, I wanted to be sure that I had a back up way of getting out of that room.

I tiptoed down the hall and down another series of halls. I soon got lost, no idea how do get out, not even an idea of how to get back. I finally found a stairway and tip toed down the stairs but I soon realised that I was going to far down because I kept going down for minutes, it never came to an end. Finally, when I reached the landing, I was shocked to feel rough stone underneath my bare feet. Soft moans were heard from somewhere near by. They weren't the sound of pleasure, far from it, these were sounds of someone that was in pain, excurciating pain. I walked down a hallway, not caring about how loud I was, no one would hear me down here.

I heard the sound of metal on metal, the sharpening of a knife is what it reminded me of. I came to a hallway that had cells, literal cells. Small cemented blocks, barred in the front. A metal door that was made of metal bars with a metal lock. I passed dozens of them, I didn't even want to know what they were used for. Finally, the soft moans got louder. When I came to the end of the dark corridor, I saw a cell that was occupied. Occupied by two people.

There was one person, a girl from the shape of her body, and she was hanging from the wall by metal shackles hanging from the ceiling. There was a single light bulb on the ceiling, it was giving off a dim light, my eyes had to adjust to the lighting, but once they had, I could see everything that was happening.

A man stood infront of the girl, a large blade in his hands. I could see a small puddle of blood pooling underneath her. Drops of dark liquid were dripping off the ends of her toes. just the sight of the blood made me want to gag, I nearly threw up on the spot. The man approached the girl, knife in hand. He ran a gentle hand down her forearm, then lifted the knife and ran the blade vertically down her arm, slicing the skin in half. He brought the knife to his lips and licked all the blood off. He took the blade in both hands and raised it above his head, ready to take the plunge. He began to lower the knife when I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"NO!" I yelled out, reaching out a hand, as if to stop him. He whipped around and stared at me, his green eyes piercing mine. I spun on my heel and ran the other way. I could hear the metal crash of the cell door banging open, but that only pushed me harder. I made it to that endless staircase and started bolting up, taking them two at a time. Suddenly, my foot slipping off the edge, making me fall face down on the stairs. I was about to get up when I felt a cold, clammy hand clamp down around my ankle, dragging me back.