lost and found

Lost

Zoey Goliath, famous YouTuber, 15, went missing last night around 6pm. She told her parents she was going to study with some friends. She later called home multiple times, saying "I'm having too much fun, I'm fine," Police suspect she was drunk, or high. Her mother called her around 11pm, and she didn't answer. The police later tracked Zoey's iPhone to a local gas station. Witnesses say, they hadn't seen her. "The search for Zoey is not, and will not be done until we find her," says her younger sister, Olivia, "Zoey, if you hear this, please come home." If you know anything about Zoey's disappearance, please contact us at (1-800)-LOSTKID.

"I don't deserve this! I'm sorry, whoever you are! Let me go!" I screamed. A man grabbed my shirt collar and bit my neck softly. "This is rape! Stop it!" I screamed. "Oh, baby. It's not rape if you like it." He smirked. "Stop fighting. I'm trying to help you." How was this man going to help me. He is a horrible person. "Don't do this, you'll regret it." He stopped kissing me and slammed me against a wall and screamed, "Are you threatening me!?" He spit on my face. "What are you going to do? Huh?" He screamed even louder. "I'm sorry." "You call me sir! I'm your master. I own you." I cried louder than I ever have. "YouTube my ass. You're not famous. You're just hot. Now lay down, and don't fight. Or else..."
He released his grasp, and I followed directions.

I through my hands on my face and pulled my hair, as he slipped off the condom and hit my thigh, "Nice work, beautiful. I'd love to do this again." I wept in the bed. I didn't know what to do, "Come on. Get up." He said at the door. "Yes, S-Sir." He grinned at my nude body. I breathed slowly. I walked to him, and he held his hand out. I grabbed it, and turned him, kicked him in his length, and ran. I ran to open doors, they were all locked. I was trapped. He screamed. "I'm sick of your bull shit!" He ran down the hall to me and grabbed my arm and through me down. He kicked my side, and chest and neck. "You're a nasty slut! If you weren't so damn hot, I'd kill you." He dragged me into a room. "Shut up!" He yelled at my crying. "Get her fed and washed up, Sluts."

I didn't know who he was talking to, until two girls walked out of a room. "Yes, Sir." They sounded very pirky. The room was white and small. It had a couch, a small shelf of books and magazines, a fridge, and a stove. He shut the door and locked it. "Where am I?" "Oh honny, come here. Let's get you dressed. Did he make love with you?" I nodded, and tears flowed. "Well then he won't kill you, don't worry. You'll be fine." Said one of the girls, they were nude as well. "It's like a hotel, we get this room, but he visits us." "To make love?" I ask. She nodded. "I'm suppose to be okay with being naked all the time and have sex with him until he kills me?" She shook her head. "No, he will make love with us, until he wants another girl, then he will satisfy her too." She smiled. "Satisfy? You like that man and what he does to you?" I asked in discussed. "Before we came here, no one loved us. He does, and we love him." "But people loved me, I was famous." "That's why you're here..." The other girl said shocked. "What?" I said. "He's going to want you. He won't kill you. Just enjoy it, I mean it's not the best, but at least you know someone loves you." I looked at them. "I am not enjoying this, you are two kidnapped girls, who are enjoying having sex with a man you know nothing about." They looked at me strange.

"We love him, and you should too."