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was trying to get the door to unlock with an urgency that could only be related to fear and trying to survive.

The lock still wouldn't budge. I threw my hands up in frustration and pulled my fingers through my hair like I do when I'm nervous.

What is that?

I thought, as my fingers pried something metal from my hair.

I opened my palm and it revealed a bobby pin. I had had my hair up for the party. Why hadn't I thought of that before?

Quickly jamming the bobby pin into the lock, I turned it. A small "click" met my waiting ears. I allowed myself one smile of triumph, before I slowly opened the door.

Nothing had prepared me for the sight that lay beyond that closed and locked door.

I looked in and fell to the floor.

I had found Kayla... But not in the way I had wanted to.

She lay on a bed, bloody and broken. The smell of vomit was heavy in the air. She was chained as I had been, and she wasn't moving. There was no slight movement of her chest. There was no flutter of her eyes.

I got up and walked over to her. I laid my hand on her bloody forehead and smoothed away her golden locks. I kissed her cheeks and untied her hands and feet. Then I folded her hands over her body and just sat there holding her hands, until I heard the shouts that meant that someone had noticed I was missing.

Trapped



Three men barged into the room. One of them even had a gun. They yelled at me to stand, but my legs weren't working. I tried to, but I could barely see and when I finally made it to my feet I tripped because of my blurry vision.

I flung myself down beside Kayla and held her cold, lifeless body in my arms. The tears were getting worse now and I kept calling out her name.

The men were screaming at me now, and finally the middle one grabbed me roughly by the arm and tried to haul me to my feet. I bit hard into his hand, drawing blood. He yelled and let me go, glaring at me as if I were an abomination.

"She bit me! Stupid bitch," he said, spitting in my face.

"You did this to her! You killed her! You MURDERED her!!!!" I screamed the words into their stunned faces. They hadn't been expecting an outburst like that.

I crumpled to the ground and started crying. Sobbing loud, wailing tears filled with sorrow.

What's happening to me?

I thought desperately.

One man grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. He shook a knife out of his boot and held it to my throat.

"Can't I just finish her now and be done with it?" he asked harshly.

The other men laughed and were urging him on as I sat very still in my fright.

"What is going on here?" I heard a deep, yet soft voice ask.

All the men backed up, except for the on holding me.

"I'm gonna slit her throat!" he exclaimed with a growling laugh.

"No, you're not," Justin said as he stepped into view. "She is mine and she is going to remain mine."

At his words the man pressed the knife into my throat until a small trickle of blood ran down my chest. I gasped in pain and fright.

"Let her go, Josh," Justin said, taking a few steps towards us.

"Why?" Josh asked with a snarl. "Why do you get to keep all the pretty girls and do with them as you wish but we can only dispose of them as you and your father command. I think it's time to have a little fun for ourselves. Don't you agree boys?" He said, gesturing towards the two men leaning against the wall.

They just stared at him stupidly. He growled and pressed the knife deeper into my throat, until my whole chest was completely covered and sticky with the warmth of my blood. I whimpered and he threw me to the ground in disgust.

"Fine, but I will get what I want someday," he said, storming out of the room.

Justin dismissed the other men and came to my side. I moved slightly away from him and he sighed.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Just let me see your throat. Is it deep?" he asked, with genuine worry in his voice.

He gently eased me to my feet and took my hands from my throat. I looked deep into his beautiful eyes and tried to conjure up hatred for this man that had hurt me deeply, but I could only feel pity as he wiped some of the blood away.

"Let's get you cleaned up. I'll let you use my bedroom," he said, trying to be polite and kind even though his eyes were raking my still naked body.

AS we walked, he glanced at me every few minutes. I gazed at him for a long time. He was lean and muscled. His tan almost golden. His sandy brown hair was wavy and hung loosely into his eyes. He glanced at me again and sighed, his clear blue eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

"I'm sorry about your friend," he said quietly once we were in his room.

His room was large. Grand even. He had a a huge circular bed with curtains. Surprisingly, there was little laundry on the floor. I glanced around and noticed the knife sitting on his bedside. Fear instantly engulfed me and I took a step back.

Seeing the expression on my face, he took a step towards me and laid his hand on my shoulder. I whimpered at his touch and he moved away.

"Stay here," he told me, as he left the room.

As soon as he was gone, I stepped towards the far wall and looked longingly through the small window. I gazed out and was shocked to see we were five stories above the ground. Men were dashing to and fro below. But what surprised me the most was that there was no land surrounding the establishment. I was completely surrounded by water, and that meant that I was trapped.

Help Me


Justin came back with a soft white rag. He dipped it in water and very gently pressed it to my wound. I shivered as the cold water met my bare skin and Justin saw that.

Once the last drop of blood was cleaned away, he took my hand and led me to a room. It was small and white, but the bed was more comfortable than the last. I sat down by the pillows and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

Justin tired making small talk with me, but I ignored him, and soon enough he walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

I let myself fall back onto the comforter and I covered my bare body. The blanket was soft against my rough and bruised skin.

Moments later, I was fast asleep, curled up into a little ball.

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I woke up hours later, with a sore back and a stiff neck.

Where am I?

I thought groggily. Then I saw movement in the corner of the room and I knew I wasn't alone.

"What do you want?" I asked bravely.

Josh stepped into view with a wicked smile.

"I want you!" he snarled as he lunged at me.

I screamed in fright and tried to jump away, but he was surprisingly fast for his size. He pinned me easily up against the wall and as I struggled to fend him off, I felt myself go limp in his arms. My will left me and I just lay there against the wall as this man held my arms up.

"Please," I whispered. "I'll give you anything you want... Just don't hurt me."

He laughed and pressed his lips roughly against mine. I kissed him back with as much force as I could muster and he pressed my body tighter to his. When he went up for air, I gasped for breath and was thrown onto the bed.

He grabbed me by the hair until I screamed for mercy. He threw me on my stomach and climbed on top of me. It was difficult to breathe with his heavy mass holding me down.

He tore off his shirt and threw it across the room. Then he eased himself off of me, but pinned me down with one hand while the other hand was busy yanking his ratty blue jeans off from around his legs.

He glared at me in satisfaction and smirked. The he bent me over and took me from behind. I screamed as he entered, begging him to stop. But, like Justin, he didn't.

He finally came and as he pulled himself out, he spun me over and into his arms.

"How did you like that, Baby Doll?" he asked me. "Is that how you like it? Hmmm? Rough? I bet Justin was too gentle with you. You deserve a real man."

He then threw me down and pulled his clothes back onto his body. He opened the door and I saw three more men waiting their turn.

In a frightened haze, I threw myself at them, clawing and biting. I was grabbed from behind so I kicked the one in front of me in his most sensitive place. He grunted and fell to the ground. The third one came at me and grabbed my legs.

I was thrown back onto the bed and tied to the bed frame. The one who grabbed me from behind smiled at me deliciously. I screamed as loud as I could, knowing my attempts were futile. But still hanging on to the hope that at least someone would hear.

"Oh, come

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