Chapter 1

You awake in the same position. Cold, wet, and sore. The room is slightly warmer now but still almost unbearable. Your head rolls around and you see him. Sitting perfectly still. Staring at you. He rises from his chair and glides over to you. "Do you know why you're here Kayla?"

"Yes," you manage to croak out, your voice hoarse and barely audible. You notice the bucket behind him as well as the large cup he has in his hand as he holds it over our head, the warning evident in his eyes. "Yes what?"

Your eyes slide close and open again when you feel a jolt of cold water splash on your face. "Yes sir."

He licks his lips and looks over your crumpled body. "That's better. Why are you here Kayla?"

You take a deep, wavering breath before you can answer. "I did a bad thing."

He pushes you onto your back with his foot so he can watch your face before he speaks again. "And what was that thing?"

Your teeth chatter and you consider not answering at all but a slow trickle of water starts to drip onto your face. You cough, feeling the water you inhaled choke your lungs. Your throat burns as you spit up the water. He dumps the rest of the glass on you and fills it up again. "Answer the question."

You tremble. "I-I... I t-tr-tried to-to escape."

"Mmmhmm..." He drips a little on your legs and you jump. "And is escaping allowed Kayla?" Your head shakes back and forth. "You know what the punishment is for that correct?"

"Death," you whisper.

He smiles slightly and kneels beside you, pulling a damp clump of hair away from your eyes. "What kind of death?" You shudder, the images of his past slaves invading your thoughts. He had warned you, no one gets out of there alive. "What kind of death?" he yells again as he stands up. You rush to answer but it's too late. He grabs you by the hair and drags you over to the bucket, dunking your head under. The ice cubes part as he pushes your neck into the metal edge until it tips. The water invades your lungs and keeps you gasping for air. Your bile rises and you soon throw up. He waits as you get sick, watching with a slight smile of satisfaction. You roll away from your vomit, disgusted. "What kind of death Kayla?"

"S-s-slow a-and p-p-p..." You take a deep breath. "P-painful."

"That's right. But you're in luck! The next girl won't be in for two weeks so I have to keep you. Two weeks more of torture and it will all be over." You bite your lip and wait to see what he does next. He stands up and stretches, glancing at his watch. "I'll give you a few hours to think it over Kay." You open your mouth to protest but your voice doesn't seem to work. He makes sure to kick the bucket at you on his way out.

You sit there, in the cold, for what feels like days, your mind racing with thoughts, never giving you any rest. You don't know whether death would finally be better than this hell or if you could beg for your life. He did seem to like you a little.

You were a stubborn one, well, at first you were. He had picked you up off the street. That's where he gets all of his girls. The ones no one cares about, the ones who have no family, friends, life. The invisible girls. You were definitely one of them. No one was out there worrying where you were, no one even knew you were gone. He makes sure to erase what little bits of life you had before he takes you, promising you a better life. Then... then he leads you here.

It took them three weeks to train you. To break you down until you couldn't remember your name. You were given a new one. Kayla. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't yours. He always picks K names. You can't stand them. They kept you in that room for the last week, the room. That's what he likes to call it. He likes pictures. A lot. The whole room was covered in them. Of his girls. Some were of when they just got in, some of their stay here, and some... some where of their deaths. Those were the ones that gave you nightmares. He always thought up new and imaginative ways to torture them, slowly dieing so they could feel all the pain imaginable. Some girls are in pain for three straight days before they finally die, while others it's only a few hours. You hope he would get yours over quick.

You have been at the house the longest out of the thirty or so girls he had but it wasn't because you are great at what you do. You are far too slow and still pretty strong even with what they are giving you. That was probably the worst part of staying at the house. The pills. You know they were made to make you weaker but still able to get your job done but they also messed with your mind. They get to you more than any of the other girls he had and he likes that. A lot. At times you hallucinate, bringing yourself to an unknown world that neither of you know of. That's the easiest times for him to take advantage of you, when you don't know who you are, who he is.

The door creaks open and you immediately scramble into the corner to get away from him. He grins and stalks over to you, his strides slow and purposeful. "How you feeling beautiful?" You close your eyes and try to push yourself further into the wall, as if you'll disappear. He chuckles and kicks you lightly. "Open your eyes Kayla." They slowly open against your will to focus on his face. He's so gorgeous. You can't believe how evil a man that beautiful can be. He grabs you by your shirt and drags you towards him, your struggling barely affecting his strong hold. "Don't struggle Kayla. It will only make it worse on you." You do as your told, not wanting to anger him any more than he already is. He drops your arm and stares at you. "You are really cold."

You roll your eyes. "No shit." His own eyes blaze when he hears your feistiness. Even you are amazed by your own bravery. He roughly grabs your hair and starts to drag you out the door. You scream and try to stand but your legs can't support you. He pulls you to the bathroom and practically throws you in the tub.

"Shower. You reak. You WILL pay for that little stunt later." You aren't surprised when he lifts himself onto the counter and watches as you undress. You slide the curtain shut but its completely clear. He grins as he watches you wash away the filth from being in that room. That room you hated so much. You forget about him for a short while as you just revel in the pleasure of the steamy water giving you back the warmth you so desperately needed. Reality is forced upon you when you hear the curtain slide open. You don't acknowledge him as he steps in, but shudder when you feel his hands on you, his bare stomach against your back. Your eyes close in silent pain as he runs his fingers through your hair to rid it of the shampoo still left there. "Mmm... You are the most beautiful one I've had so far..." The cold seems to come back to you as his hands freely roam your body. You want to scream at him, force him to stop, but it's like your frozen in place. You tremble as he turns you around and his lips land on yours. His tongue invades your mouth and you have to fight the urge to gag.

"Please don't..." you finally whisper. He ignores you. You didn't expect much else. You try to plead again when his mouth moves from yours and onto your neck. "Justin... Please... Don't do this to me again..." He grins against your skin, you can feel his perfect teeth as his lips move to form the perfect smile. He was always so God damn perfect at everything he did.

"I'm sorry beautiful, you know you want this as much as I do." Your arms slip away from the wall and you find your knees growing weak. He pushes your back against the cold tiles to support your weight. You swallow hard as he envelopes your lips once again, his fingers moving about you skillfully. You whimper as he enters you. You're used to it by now but you can't stand the way he touches you, how filthy you feel. The water is still running over you but you can't feel it any longer, all you can feel is the pain, the humiliation. Your whimpers, your cries grow silent as he continues his assault until you feel his release. Once he was done, he leaves you. You slide down to the tub and pull your knees up, the now cold water splashing over your face. He grins and turns the water off. "Hurry up and change Kayla, don't think that was the end of it."  You shiver. At least you were warm for a few minutes.

When you don't dress as fast as he had hoped he comes in and pushes you on the ground. He drags you up again. "Hurry up. You're only delaying the inevitable." You swallow hard; your throat suddenly dry. Hunger bites at your stomach reminding you that you haven't eaten in what felt like days. He watches you as you dress then hands you a towel so you could dry your hair. You do it as best you could and brush through it. He grabs you roughly by your upper arm and starts to pull you through the house. You trip and start to fall down the stairs, your legs still not back to normal. He growls and yanks you up again, dragging you down the last few. Your eyes widen as you start to see where he's taking you. Your screams fill the whole house as he continues to pull you to the basement. You dig your feet into the ground but it was no use. He kicks your legs out from underneath you and you fall. He picks you up as you scream and struggle. "Please don't! Don't do this Justin! Stop! Please!" you yell as he brings you closer and closer to your destination. You finally stop, flooded over with tiredness. He kicks the door open, not paying attention to your incessant ramblings. "Please Justin... Please don't do this Justin... I'm so sorry..."

"Kayla... You know this is how it has to be. This is how it's going to be for the rest of your stay here." You whimper as you reach the end of the staircase. The basement is just how you remembered  it. Dark, small, and dreary. The fear rises in you as he drops you in the corner, immediately closing the handcuffs over your scarred and mangled wrists. He laughs when you try to push yourself as far away from him as the handcuffs would let you. They clink against the pole as you pull your arms back. He kneels down then sits back on his thighs, just watching your fearful expression. He leans in and runs the back of his hand down your face. "You heal quickly." You look away, remembering all to well the last time you were down here.

"Justin... Please don't do this..." He licks his lips and you shiver. Partly from fear and partly because of the cold. You were always cold. You hated that. No matter where you were you were always cold. So cold. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. The pill. Your eyes tear up and your panic grows more. You need to at least be thinking correctly if you're going to protect yourself. He examines it over for a little bit before he puts it back.

"What are you doing?" you whisper.

He shrugs. "I think I want you a little feisty today. Your always so much fun when you struggle. You have so much energy, so much emotion. I've pushed you so far yet... You still seem to think you can escape me." You bite your lips as you feel the tears threatening your eyes. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry. Not this time. You weren't going to give up this easy. He stands up and moves to the other side of the room. You can only see his outline in the dim lighting but you know where he's going. He returns with something behind his back. He grins as he pulls out the shiny dagger and runs the blade down his finger, blood trailing down his hand. "It's been a while Kayla. Almost three days. I need to pay you back for all that precious happiness you took from me..." You get frantic as he moves closer. It doesn't take him long to pin you down. "Kayla... Look at me,"

"Please don't do this Justin... I'll-I'll do anything just don't... Don't hurt me." He tortures you with it for a few minutes, dragging it down your stomach, arms, legs, anything. He pulls back to look at his work and grins. You close your eyes tightly and look away, waiting for everything to just get over. You just want to get everything over with. He finally puts the knife down to mess with you in other ways. You let him do it, suddenly feeling to weak to stop him. Your thankful when you feel the blackness wash over you, your mind's way of getting rid of the pain.