I woke up to an empty bed, I turned on my bed and looked aorund, unsure of what exactly happened last night. I could feel heat radiating off of the skin inbetween my hip bones. When I looked down I saw a large red stain that was clinging to the bloody, raw flesh underneath. I tried to peel it away but it was stuck. The blood had dried over night and formed a glue- like substance, sticking the skin to the silky material. I had to force the two apart, making the skin bleed a little more.

I rolled over onto my stomach and heard a crinkling paper underneath my body. I reached a hand underneath my body and pulled out a piece of torn paper with messy writing scribbled on it.

Get up, get dressed and meet us downstairs in the kitchen. Don't get lost, just always turn right. Well wasn't that cheerful...

I stretched out, arching my back and slowly got out of the bed. I trugded over to the closet, in desperate need of some sweatpants, it was freezing in here. Only when I got in the closet I suddenly remember that there were no pants in here... I guess shorts will just have to do. I grabbed a pair of spandex shorts and a hoodie, slipping them over a pair of underwear that matched, (never once before did I have matching underwear sets.) As hard as I tried, I could not find a single pair of socks, what the hell, right? Why the fuck aren't there socks? What's the reason for that?

Before I left, I stepped into the bathroom, not to do my hair or makeup, but to look at the mess of skin I was concealing. I lifted the sweater up, just above my hip bones and gazed at the bright red exposed flesh. The surrounding areas were pick with anger, the anger of being exposed. I ran my fingers over the scratches, scrapes and cuts, taking momentary pleasure in the stinging pain of old flesh against raw, new flesh.

I heard heavy, fast approching footsteps and shoved my top back down. I shivered at the thought of them findingout. I rushed out of the bathroom and started walking towards the doors.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?" Johnny demands, bursting into the room.

"I, I was just about to leave." I whispered.

"God damn, will you stop with the fucking mumbling? It's pissing me off!"

"Sorry." I whispered, flinching at his loud voice. I felt his cold, steely hand slap me across the cheek, making me lose my footing and fall to the floor. He quickly lifted me off the floor and placed me back on my feet, taking me by the wrist and pulling me from the room, down the series of hallways, down some stairs and into the very modern looking kitchen.

I stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room, as everyone sat down at the long table. I heard a chair scrape across the marble flooring and watched as Shadows walked over to me. He stood in front of me and gently rubbed his thumb against my bruised cheek, the same cheek that Gates had slapped me last night. He bent down and carefully pressed a light kiss to my cheek, wiping a stray tear away. He slipped his fingers in between mine and this time, I held his hand back. He led me back to the table and everyone went back to eating, quiet chatter floating around the room. He led me to a chair, right next to his, with a plate of food in front of it. Scrambled eggs and toast. He pulled the chair out for me and pushed me towards the table when I sat down. I didn't know where these actions were coming from, but they were better than the usual beatings. He soon joined another conversation and left me to pushing my food around my plate.

"Hey, how about we go swimming?" Someone shouted across the table.

Shadows turned to me, "Would you like that?" He asked me, his facial expression told me that what I wanted actually mattered right now. Though at the thought of wearing a bathing suit made my eyes widden. That was deffinitely not a good idea. I knew that they would find out eventually, I just wanted it to be later rather than sooner.

"Um, I don't really feel like swimming right now." I whispered to him, only loud enough for him to hear. I don't know why, but everything I said came out in a whisper.

"Alright, well what do you want to do?" I merely shrugged in response.

"Do you like to read?" He asked me and I tentatively nodded. "Good, then I have just the thing." After finishing his breakfast, he walked away from the kitchen, leaving me behind to sit in my seat. Eventually everyone filtered out and I thought I was alone, though I soon found out that i was very wrong. Someone soundlessly walked up behind my, scaring me when they whipsered in my ear.

"You know, you shouldn't follow sounds you hear in the house. You never know what it could be." I went rigid as I felt his hot breath against my neck. He pulled my chair out from the table and around to face him. "Stand up." He said and I quickly did as I was told. He led me over to the counter and boxed me into a corner. He pressed himself against me and I could feel his erection on my leg. He started playing with the hem of my sweater, and I felt my heart jump to my throat each time he ran his hands along to bare flesh of my sides, fearing that the next time he would touch the wound I was dying to conceal. "You know, I don't like it when you wear such loose clothing." He whispered into my ear. He slipped his hand underneath my sweater one last time and this time he touched the open sore. When he drew his hand out his fingers held traces of blood. "What the fuck is this?" He demanded, lifting up my sweater, letting the cold air hit my skin. "Is that your fucking tattoo?" He asked me, I just stared fearfully into his eyes, this seemed like enough to verify his answer. "I'm gonna tell Shadows, and he's gonna be pissed. Beat you till you're blue and bloody, beat you like there's no tomorrow. Just you wait." He smirked as he pushed himself off of me.

Desperate to fight this off I shouted the first thing that came to mind. "I'll tell him about what I saw down there!" He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me, a death glare plastered on his face.

"You wouldn't fucking dare," he said, slowly walking back to me.

"Yes I would!" I shouted back. He quickly ran over to me.

"No you wouldn't. Wanna know why? Because I would terrorize you! Make your life a living hell. Make you fear what would happen next." He seethed, staring me down. At this point I could feel his erection pulsing against my thigh, somehow, I thought this turned him on. "You know, I like you better this way. Standing in the corner, me trapping you in, so submissive. It's fucking sexy as hell." This he whispered in my ear. Biting my earlobe when he was finished. HE pushed his lips against mine, kissing me like there was no tomorrow. With each kiss I felt him get harder and harder. I undid his belt, whilst still kissing me, and pulled down his pants slightly, letting it spring free. With his other hand he took mine and brought it down. He unwrapped my fingers from their fist and wrapped it around himself, he gently started pumping, guiding my hand with his. His hand soon left mine and went up to grab my breast, squeezing it getnly. "Come on baby, faster," he panted. Without thought, my hand started pumping faster and faster, with each stroke his breath became more labored. "I'm so close baby, come on, just a little more." He breathed, reaching his hand under my sweater and under my bra, toying with my nipple. With the contact of his fingers on my virgin skin, my nipples immediately became erect. I pumped a little more until I felt this warm liquid spill over my fingers and hand. He rested his head on my shoulder as he let his breathing get back to normal. "Thanks, slut." He said before pressing a sloppy kiss to my lips and walking away from me.

I immediately turned towards the sink and started vigorously washing my hands. I scrubbed and scrubbed until Shadows walked back into the kitchen.

"I have something to show you!" He said gleefully, walking up to me, grabbing me by the hand and leading me out of the room. We didn't go very far until we stopped infront of a large set of double doors. He nudged me forwards a bit and nodded me my to go open the doors. I slowly walked up to them and pushed them open. what met my eyes shocked me.

I was met with a high ceilinged room, one wall was completely made of windows. Right next to the doorway was a huge stone fireplace with chairs set up infront of it. The rest of the walls were filled with shelves, piled up to the ceiling and on these shelves were row upon row of books. All different sorts of books, leather bound books, paper backs, hard covers, dictionary, encyclopedias, everything was there. All around were chairs, couches and large throw pillows, inviting you to come sit. The room was even complete with a ladder that you could climb up to the highest shelves, the kind that can move around, take you to any book that's out of reach.

"Go on, go explore." He whispered in my ear and I stepped forward onto the plush, soft carpet.