I stared at Shadows with my mouth hanging open, getting angrier and angrier with each minute that passed. An awkward silence filled the room, each man staring at me, waiting for me to burst, waiting for something they knew was going to happen.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Out of all the fucking people in the house and you have to fucking choose the one that hates me the fucking most? Are you that fucking dense?” I screamed at him from across the table, slamming my hands down on the table, shaking the glasses and silverware, making Shadows sigh loudly.

“There’s no point in arguing, just accept it. You are going with him, to a cabin in the woods, in Montana, there’s nothing you can do about it. He knows the rules, don’t worry about it,” he said smugly, looking at me as if that was the end of the conversation, though I know that that was far from being true.

“No, fuck you!” I said, jumping out of my seat, knocking it to the floor and storming over to the door.

“Sit down!” Shadows’ voice boomed. I paused with my hand on the door handle before turning back around and running out of our private room, through the dining room, past confused diners and through the open doorway, into the busy street. I stopped for a second, but that’s where my downfall was. As soon as I stopped, I could here pounding footsteps me and the next thing I knew, I was tackled to the ground. My small body was being crushed by the bigger one that was on top of me, my skin scraped against the cement.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily, Peanut,” Gates whispered into my ears, I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re mine now and there’s nothing you or anybody else can do it about it.” I shuddered underneath him at what his tone was implying. When his body finally got off of me, I took a deep breath, my ribs aching under the pressure they were under. “Get up, you piece of shit, you can’t do anything right, can you? Hell, you can’t even kill yourself properly.”

“That’s enough, Gates,” Shadows growled, clearly angry from Gates’ comment. “Get in the fucking car, Holly.” Without another word, I slipped into the parked car that the valet had pulled up for us. This time, I had one man on either side of me, no longer trusted to be by the door. Gates shoved the bag back on my head and put his hand back on the inside of my thigh. By the time the car finally lurched to a stop, I was beyond furious, you could practically feel the anger bubbling up inside of me.

As fast as I could, I jumped out of the car, ripping the bag off of my head and throwing it to the gravel, before running into the house, the guys fast on my trail, but as soon as I got into the house, I slammed the door in their faces, quickly locking all of the locks, including the chain. I then ran across the house and into the kitchen, heading straight to the back door, locking it just as Shadows tried to wrench it open. I watched him scream in anger, though I couldn’t hear his scream through all the doors and windows. I took a step back when he pounded on the glass, making tremble beneath his fists. As calmly and sweetly as I could, I gave him a big smile and flipped him the door before turning on my heel and sauntering out of the kitchen with a slight bounce in my step. I laughed out loud at everything that I had planned, revenge was going to be sweet. I walked back into the foyer and was about to climb the steps when the door shuttered as the chain was struggling to keep it closed. I paused with one step on the bottom stair and quirked my head to the side, staring at the slightly ajar door with curiosity. I turned around and walked cautiously over to it. I stuck my face beside the crack to see what was happening, when suddenly, a hand jolted out to grab my neck, though I quickly jumped to the side.

“You fucking stupid cunt! You seriously have no idea what you just got yourself into. Shadows will punish you when we et in, and trust me, your ass is mine when I get you alone,” Gates yelled at me, his hand grabbing at the air, his crazy eyes staring directly it mine. No matter how angry he seemed to be, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Sorry, Brian, but my ass isn’t yours, nothing of me is yours, and don’t worry, maybe you’ll get in before dark, if you’re lucky,” I said smugly as I turned around bounced up the stairs, heading directly for his room. He had done so much to me in the past that I couldn’t deny the temptation to destroy everything in his room.

I walked down the familiar set of hallways as everything he had done to me replayed in my mind. He raped me, stole my virginity, he beat me into unconsciousness, not to mention all of the remarks he always made towards me, I had a lot of thins to make up for and not a lot of time to do it. I knew that they would figure out a way to get in, so everything I wanted to do, I have to get it done now.
I rested my hand on the cool doorknob and took a deep breath before turning it and stepping through the barrier. I looked around the room and I could still here that angry song blasting through his speakers, I could hear his grunts as his fists and feet connected with my body, I could hear the shattering of the lamp and my shrill screams of pain and terror. Every scene that flashed underneath my eye lids fueled my hatred towards him.

With one final grunt of anger, I stormed into the room and marched directly into his bathroom. I whipped open the doors under his sink and sifted my hands through the numerous bottles of antiseptic and hair products until I found exactly what I was looking for, hydrogen peroxide. Next, I grabbed one of his full bottles of shampoo and poured some into the bottle, doing the same to a bottle of conditioner before shaking it up and replacing the old bottles in the shower with the new and improved ones. I walked over to the shower, bathtub, and sink and turned the water on full blast. Lastly, I picked up a hair dryer and threw it at the mirror, making it shattered into a million pieces. I looked around at the disaster in the bathroom and smiled to myself, completely satisfied, with I smile, I walked out of the room, my boots crunching on broken glass and splashing in the overflowing water before closing the door behind me.

The main part of the room had the same fate, nothing was like it was when I was finished. I had taken a pair of scissors to his mattress, slicing it open and pulling out the stuffing. I cut holes in the tops of all of his stupid fucking fedoras and stomped on all of his sunglasses. I ripped off of his clothes off the hangers, emptied out all of his drawers, and knocked all of his shoes off the top shelf in his closet. I ripped up all of his books and knocked them on the round as well. I had put his laptop, completely open, on the ground and I was about to ram my shoe into the screen when I heard a loud ringing coming from inside the room. I paused, leg up and looked around the room until my eyes landed on a blinking screen that was lying on the desk. I picked up the phone and felt it vibrate in my hand, instinctually, I slid my finger across the screen and lifted the iPhone to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked curiously.

“Holly, sweetheart, come open the door, I promise I’m not mad and if you do as you’re told right now, there will be minimal punishment,” Shadows said in an overly sweet voice.

“Umm... You know, I know you’re lying, so why does it matter if I open the door or if you find your own way in...” I asked him.

“Just open, the god damn, fucking door!” He screamed into the phone.

“Oooh, sorry, we’re breaking up..” I trailed off as I made crackling noises with my mouth, before dropping Gates’ iPhone to the ground and stomping the fuck out of it. I looked around and looked at the entire room, taking in my masterpiece.

“Oh wow, how lovely,” I smiled to myself before calmly walking out of his room, quietly closing the door behind me. I felt a certain, temporary lightness in my chest, glee and happiness were swelling within me. I walked slowly throughout the halls, dragging my fingers across the walls, humming to myself. I walked all the way to Shadows’ room and layed down on his bed with my hands behind my head and waited for the mayhem to begin. In the next couple of minutes, I heard shattering glass and shouting, but I didn’t let myself get nervous, I didn’t let my heart speed up, everything was going to happen, whether I ran and hid or laid here I was still going to be caught. They knew this house better than I did, there was no way that they wouldn’t find me. I closed my eyes and hummed while I listened to the chaos that was being created around me.

“HOLLY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!” Shadows screamed, I could hear is footsteps getting closer and his voice getting louder. When he finally walked into the room and saw me just laying on his bed, he laughed to himself, approaching the bed slowly. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“You know I have to punish you now..”

“I know.” Shadows was just about to say something else when we heard someone scream “cunt” in the background. Shadows turned is head towards the doorway as I laughed to myself, he looked at me and raised a curious eyebrow.

“Nothing, eh?”

“Yeah, nothing.” I said just as Gates came storming into the room.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He screamed at me as he ran at the bed, reaching over and twisting his fist into my hair and pulling me up by it. I screamed out in pain and lifted my hands up to his, digging my nails into his skin and dragging it down, trying anything to inflict pain on him to get him to let go. He dragged me off the bed and suddenly dropped me, causing me to crumple to the ground. He lifted his foot back and kicked it into my stomach, repeatedly, until I couldn’t breathe and was cough and gasping for air. He bent down and grabbed my wrist, bending it backwards, a way that it was not meant to bend. He then pushed me backwards, until my back crashed against the wall. In the background I could see Shadows, now Matt, sitting on the bed, hanging his head and covering his ears with his head, though my train of thought was cut off when Gates’ hand closed around my throat and lifted me up. My feet dangled in the air as I tried desperately to stand on anything, anything that would give me some leverage. My hands clawed at his and I could feel my nails opening wounds, I could feel his skin a blood gather under my nails. I gasped for air, opening and closing my mouth, emitting weird sounds, like a fish out of water. I was starting to lose feeling in my lower body, I could see stars dance across my vision and my mind was going fuzzy.

“ENOUGH!” Shadows shouted from behind us.

“No, she hasn’t learned her lesson yet!” My arms dropped from his hands, no longer to keep them up anymore.

“I SAID LET HER GO!” With a defeated huff from Gates, he released me and I fell to the ground, wheezing at his feet.

“The next few months will be your own personal hell,” Gates said before spitting on me and storming out. Matt came over to my side and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder before trying to help me up.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled at him, though it came out as a raspy whisper.

“When you’re ready, get up and meet me in the hallway, your punishment isn’t over yet,” Matt said before stalking out of the room, closing the door behind him. I pushed myself up on shaky arms, on all fours and staring at the ground, hair curtaining my head. My breathing was ragged and my throat was burning. I took my time to stand up and placed a hand on the wall to steady myself.

I slowly walked over to th door and opened the door to see a frowning Shadows. This man could switch between hateful and caring in minutes, the notion astounded me. Without a word or even a glance my way, he just took my hand in his and led me down a hallway that I couldn’t remember being down, but when we stopped it front of a single door, I knew exactly what was behind it. It was the room from way back when, when there was no remorse, not that there was much remorse now. It was the dark room that had to windows or lights, this room was my worst nightmare, it was everything I hated all rolled into one, it was dark and cramped, im sure that it couldn’t fit two of these men, though they insisted on putting me in there.

I looked at him in horror, my eyes begging him not to put me in there, for a second, one flash, I could see the pain his eyes held, I could see that he didn’t want to do this, but he had to. He opened the door and looked into it, though you couldn’t really see anything, beyond the door frame was empty blackness. When I didn’t go willingly, he pushed me in. I could see his faint figure close the door and I could hear his footsteps walking away. Everywhere I looked, was black and panic started to rise. I didn’t know what was lurking in the depths of that black, and that scared the life out of me. I backed myself into the corner and curled my knees up to my chest, raking my hands through my hair as my breathing picked up and the hyperventilating started.

As time passed, my fears subsided slightly, now all I wanted was out. I would stand up, bang on the door and scream for help, scream for anyone to come let me out and I would just scream for the sake of screaming, then I would pace the small closet like room, taking four or five steps one way then turning around and walking four or five steps. I screamed and paced until my voice cracked and my legs wore out, then I would sink to the floor and rest. I’m not sure how long I was in there before someone came to get me, but it had to be more than a few hours.

I was in the middle of screaming from my corner when the door was wrenched open and an angry looking Johnny stood in its’ doorway, “Jesus Christ, do you ever stop making noise?” He yelled at me. “I’ve been sent to retrieve you and switch locations, sending you to your next hell,” he said with a slight smirk. When he left from my view, it took my mind a minute to realize that he wanted me to follow him. When I hesitantly took a step out of the room, I was almost waiting for someone to jump me, but upon closer inspection, I realized that there was no one else around. Only when I was fully out, did Johnny peer around the corner at me. “Are you going to come on your own, or do I have to carry you?”

“No, I- I can walk,” I mumbled, more to myself than anyone else. When he turned around the corner again, I took that as my cue to follow. I jogged up to him, quickly and quietly matching his brisk pace. When we walked past Shadows’ room, I saw boxes taped shut and neatly labelled. Though there weren’t many and the majority of them were labelled “Clothes,” there were also boxes labelled “Shoes”, “Hair products”, “Bathroom”, and “Books”. I wanted to stop and rip each box open, taking out all of my things and putting it back to where it was supposed to be, but when I slowed down to inspect them more, Johnny stopped, reached over and grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward.

When we finally got down to the ground level, there as a mixture of smells that were simply mouth watering. As soon as the thought popped into my mind, the little voice in my head, Ana, instantly chastised me. You probably gained weight from just thinking this, can you control yourself for even a minute? I thought that he was going to lead me through the kitchen and downstairs, or into the closet that they had made specially for me, but when we got into th kitchen, I was completely confused. Shadows sat at one end of the table, hands folded in front of him, back rod straight with his aviators concealing his eyes and a scowl plastered on his face. At the other end of the table was an array of desserts, cakes with heavy icing, cupcakes, muffins, cookies, cinnamon buns, a fruit salad and much more. I stood in the doorway and stared at him in utter confusion until he gestured for me to take a seat in front of him. I took a slow step into the kitchen and stared at him with hatred, I would walk in, but I would not sit down, I would not go near that food.

“Sit down at the table,” Shadows said calmly, and I could hear someone step up behind me, giving me a little nudge. “I SAID SIT DOWN!” he screamed, barring all of his teeth. I jumped backwards a little before hesitantly lowering myself into the chair, scared of the repercussions. “Eat.”

“You know, I’m really not that hungry, we just ate at the restaurant,” I tried explaining.

“Please, we both know that none of that food went into your mouth, and secondly, that was nearly 8 hours ago. You must be hungry, so eat.” Staring into what I thought were his eyes, I reached over and picked up a fork and sliding the bowl of fruit salad in front of me. I sifted through the pieces of fresh fruit and picked out a few small pieces and eating them before putting my fork back down.

“There, can I go now?”

“Oh, you misunderstood me, when I said eat, I meant everything,” he explained, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“No one can eat this much food.”

“That’s bullshit, I want to sit here and watch you eat, you’ve been taking yours meds, right? So this shouldn’t be a problem.”

“It doesn’t fucking work that way, you ignorant prick.”

“I told you to eat, and that’s what you’re going to do.”

“No, no fucking way.”

“I SAID EAT!” He screamed at me, standing up and throwing his fists into the table. He walked over to me and threw the bowl of fruit to the floor, replacing it with a chocolate cake that made me want to throw up. I looked up at him with hatred swelling in my eyes. Without thinking, I dug my hand into the cake, picking up a piece, and threw it directly in his face, standing up and wiping my hands off on his neatly pressed, collared shirt.

“And I said no,” I said quietly before attempting to walk out of the kitchen, but before I could even make it through the doorway before a hand tangled itself in my hair and dragged my back over to the table, slamming my face into the cake my hand had just been in. When he finally let go, my hand instinctively flew out and grabbed a cupcake, throwing it at him. Once again, his hand tangled itself in my hair, but this time, he was dragging me out of the kitchen, when we got to the mirrored closet, he wrenched open the door and shoved me into it.

“You’re a fucking child, maybe some time alone with Syn will straighten you out. Maybe eating three times a day won’t make you so fucking emotional,” he said before slamming the door shut. I looked around at the mirrors, each showing the picture of a girl covered in dirt. I had cake stuffed in my nose, caught in my hair and eyelashes, and smeared into my dress, I looked disgusting. I sunk down to the floor, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the image that was begging to be seen. I raked my hands through my own hair and pulled at it, trying to drown out the voices in my voices with pain, the angry and hurtful voices. I could feel chunks of my hair coming loose, but I didn’t care, the voices were being drowned out.

The next time the door was opened, Gates stood there, arms crossed, looking especially pissed off. My eyes traveled up his body and finally understood why, on top of his head, where his once raven hair sat, sat a mess of black, brown and bleached blond locks. I couldn’t contain the laughter that passed through my lips. “You have an hour to shower and get dressed. I have an hour to fix what you fucked up, you cunt. In the mean time, Zacky’s going to be watching you.” When I finally stood up, all my limbs ached from sitting in the same position for so long.

The next hour seemed to fly by, as I showered, Zacky tried to get in with me, tried to fool around, but I wasn’t having any of that. I slammed the door when I was done washing all of the cake off of me and dressed in the clothes that was set out for me. Finally, when I emerged from the steamy bathroom, I was lead through the house for the final time and out the front door. Everyone was waiting for me, each of the guys and each of the girls, I looked at the girls with sad eyes and I could see tears on each of their faces, but I refused to let myself cry. Even though I cared about those girls and their fate, I refused to be upset about leaving anything behind. Without a final glance, I climbed into the front seat of a car and let Gates drive us down the drive way. He didn’t bother with a blindfold this time, I suppose it doesn’t really matter anymore.

Gates was chattering on and on, but I was hardly listening, I didn’t care about anything he had to say. I watched through the window as the trees got thinner and thinner, houses started appearing, and so did large office buildings.

“I thought we were going to Montana, not the city,” I asked him.

“Oh Peanut, how naive can you be? I’m taking you far, far away, somewhere Matt will never be able to find. What, you think that he would give me this opportunity and I wouldn’t run with it? You’re mine now, Peanut, and I’m never giving you back.”