Chapter 3

Tony, Justin's guard, lets you go later that day. He said Justin thinks your strong enough to do your chores again. You merely nod and get to work. The man had to be the biggest slob you had ever seen. It always took you forever to clean his room and since it hadn't been done in almost a week, it took you hours. You had a time limit on everything or you wouldn't get fed. Even in the state his room was in, you manage to finish in a decent amount of time. You get to work on the rest of your tasks. Cleaning, sweeping, washing, everything he needed. The only thing you never did was cook. He didn't trust you in the kitchen. He didn't trust you with a whole lot of things. That's why he kept all his girls so drugged up all the time, to keep them too weak to escape. You'd probably poison him the first chance you got.

Tony fed you later that day. Bread and water as usual before he started to take you into the basement. You scream and struggle, he can't lay a hand on you and you know it. He grunts and growls as you fight but he's five times your size and you're soon under control, shivering in the cold basement. You don't have to wait long before Justin is back. He looks like he's in a good mood. You still haven't decided if that's good or bad yet. He looks around the basement then shakes his head. "Let's go upstairs shall we?" Anything is better than this hell hole.

You don't fight him as he brings you up to his room. You shudder and hesitate when you see his bed. You know what he wants to do to you tonight. He ties you down and forces you to swallow the pill. He smirks as his mouth covers yours. Your head turns to the side, your struggling not affecting him at all. He has his way with you, your crying and your screams completely ignored. "Stop screaming," he growls. You try but can't. You can't stay silent while he takes advantage of you.

He yells for Tony and he is soon at your side. You glare at him. You hate that man almost as much as Justin. "I'm going to warn you one more time Kayla. You will stop screaming. Now." You stare at him for a while but then slowly open your mouth and let out an earsplitting yell. Justin grabs your chin and violently shakes your head, causing you to stop. He picks the dagger up from off the table. You had forgotten about that. "Shut up Kayla."

You don't know what is wrong with you. Your mouth just won't stay shut. "No," you sneer.

His eyes darken and he turns to his guard. "Hold her mouth open." He does as he says and your panic grows. You are so stupid!

"Justin! Don't do this! I'm sorry! Just... Don't please..." Your words are cut off when Justin punches you in the stomach, taking your breath away. You try to speak again but you can't from Tony's hold on you. Justin twirls the the dagger in his hands and looks at you, a smile playing on his lips. Tears course down your cheeks as his intentions grow clearer. He quickly grabs your tongue and tells Tony to push your lips closed. You couldn't get it back in if you tried. You start to grow hysterical as your teeth push in through the center of your tongue.

"Shut up Kayla. This is for your own good." You struggle underneath him. Your ramblings cease when you feel the blade touch the tip, the blood immediately spilling down your neck. The pain is almost unbearable as you cry, the room spinning around you. You open your eyes for a split second. Tony is looking away, his dark face oddly pale. Justin has a look of determination on it and looks sickly fascinated. The torture goes on for a few minutes longer until he could tell that you just couldn't take it anymore. He leans back and Tony lets go of you. Justin dismisses him and he practically runs from the room. Justin looks back at you, the anguish written over your every feature, the blood still dripping down your chin and onto your pure white clothes.

"That looks so amazing," he says as he examines your face. "The perfect splashes of red staining your pale face and white clothes." You can barely breath from the sticky warm liquid dripping down your throat, choking you. If he doesn't let you sit up, you are going to drown in your own blood. He looks down at his hands and grimaces. "I'm done for the night Kayla. Gotta go clean up." He starts to leave and you try desperately to call his name but your wounded mouth forces you not too. He rolls his eyes and turns back to you, walking slowly. "Now what?" You try to yank your arms up, anything to show him. Your tears pour out, your face beyond frantic. "What is wrong with you?" You cough and sputter, your chest tightening. "Ahhh..." he whispers, finally understanding. He sits down on the bed and leans over you, wiping most of the blood away from your lips with the pillow case. He leans in and kisses you. You whimper as his teeth dig into your bottom lip causing you even more pain.

"You're going to die if I don't untie you right? Drown?" He laughs. "Drowning in your own blood..." His head shakes back and forth as he smiles. He's so fucking gorgeous. He licks the remaining blood away from his lips before his hands move to untie you. You relax with relief, sitting up the second you can. He pushes you back down so you just turn on your side and spit the rest of the blood up. He has to carry you over to the poll, handcuffing you without a struggle. You sigh and keep your head down, the coppery liquid still dripping from it. At least he didn't cut it off.

"Well now you won't be able to talk much. That will save me a lot of time." He yawns. "I'm going to clean up. I think... Yes, I think I will leave you alone tonight. I would make you thank me but..." He smirks. "I don't think you can." He checks his watch and turns around at the door, just remembering something. "And JC, the guy from yesterday, will be here all day tomorrow. He has the day off and I have some studio stuff to do so I said he could stay here with you. Do as he pleases. I'll let him know of your... situation." He smiles to himself as he leaves. At least your angel would be here for you tomorrow.