When I woke up, I was still face down on the cold, hard cement. I was still naked and I was freezing. The fact that I was freezing is a lot coming from me, I'm from Canada and during the winter, like it is now, it gets to be like 20 fucking below!

Hesitantly, I sat up and tried looking around, though I couldn't really see anything, every where I looked, there was black, there were no windows to give me any light and there were no lightbulbs. Why would someone even put a room like this in their house? Then it dawned on me, maybe this isn't their first time doing this. This thought made me shudder, if I wasn't the first, then what happened to the others? Were they dead? Were they locked up in rooms similar to the one that I was in now? Were they being raped right now, like I had been mere hours earlier? If every question that popped into my head, I realised that these men were no amateurs, they were professionals. But, if they were professionals, why would they take me? Why not someone better, someone prettier, someone thinner, someone more willing?

ONE DAY LATER

I wanted something to eat, and that is not something you hear come out of my mouth very often. I felt as if my stomach was eating itself. My stomach growled, gurgled and made every sound that you didn't expect your body to make.

I was dizzy and I wanted to throw up. I needed to do something to keep my occupied. I hurredly stood up and began pacing the room. Feeling around the room, maybe there was a window in here but it was just blacked out. I moved my arms all around and felt up the walls as my stomach launched shooting pains into my body.

TWO DAYS LATER

There was nothing in this horrible room, nothing but cement, cement, and more cement. I began to accept that I was probbaly never going to get out of here. I would die in this room. After thinking about it, I came to grips with the fact that I was going to die, they stuck me in here to kill me, they got what they wanted, they had taken everything from me.

I sat in my corner and layed my head against the wall. I was just about to slip into peacefull sleep when the door opened and light flooded my vision. My eyes squinted against the harsh light and I lifted my arm up to shade my eyes. In the open doorway was a dark shadow, a large hulking man taking up the whole doorway.

"Alright, Peanut, if you promise to behave, you can come out. Do you promise?" I quickly nodded my head, I didn't even care that it was this man, the man that had stripped me of my virginity, that I was going with. I just wanted out of that room. His feet pounded against the hard cement floor as he made is way towards me. He bent down and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. "Damn, Peanut, you need to fucking bathe." I wanted to retort, I wanted to say something snarky, I wanted the yell and tell him to fuck off, but as I opened my mouth, no sound came out. It was on the tip of my tongue and yet, nothing came out. He looked down at me with an eyebrow raised. "What, cat got your tongue?" Again, my instinct was to say something back, something that would make them regret taking me, but nothing came out.

I don't know what happened to me in that room, but whatever it was, it made me too scared to talk.