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"Get the fuck down there." A man wearing all black shoved Lisa down a flight of stairs leading to the basement of his house.
"Fuck you." Lisa spat when he made his way down to her, "FUCK. YOU."
"You're just mad that I took you away from that stupid teenage boy you're always with." The man smirked, "Now what should I do first, hm?" He taunted her with an evil smile as he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his pants, "Are you a virgin, hon?"
"That's none of your fucking business." She said coldly, "Who the fuck are you?! Let me go!"
"I'm not letting you go." He placed his hand on her thigh, "I've been waiting to have a pretty girl like you under my control."
"HELP!" Lisa screamed, "SOMEONE HELP ME-"
He cut her off with a stab to the leg with a pocket knife he'd pulled out of his pocket, "STOP FUCKING SCREAMING!" He demanded using his other hand to cover her mouth, "No one can hear you. No ones ever going to find you. Not down here."
"FUCK YOU-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp pain in her head before passing out.
10 days later Lisa sat silently in the bathroom of this strange house. She'd convinced him to let her go to the bathroom alone after 9 relentless hours of pure torture from the man she was taken by. She locked herself in there just to lay on the ground and think. She stared at the tiles on the floor. Was this it? And even if she did survive this, how was she going to continue like nothing happened? Lisa felt like she was dying. And to be quite honest, she was. The man had strangled her, beat her, shot her, stabbed her, drowned her, raped her. She lost count of how many broken bones she was suffering from, or where she was gushing blood from. Everything hurt. She looked around the bathroom for something, anything. She then heard him banging at the door, screaming for her to unlock it but she ignored him. It was easy to block him out with the constant ringing in her ears. She went in the drawers of his bathroom counter and rummaged through them. She found a rusty blade of an old razor just as they busted through the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" He screamed. She didn't even want to look up. She stayed still, staring at the blade pressed against her wrist, "Trying to find another way out, huh?" He grabbed her small body roughly and brought her back to the bedroom where he threw her onto the bed and took the blade from her, "You wanna cut yourself? Here, I'll do it for you. He then pressed the blade to her forearm. He slashed her wrists multiple times despite her merciless screams in pain.
"STOP FUCKING SCREAMING!" He yelled as he punched her in the face once again. When that didn't quiet her down, he punched her until it did.
When she regained consciousness again she was chained to the wall. She was covered head to toe in her own blood.
"These chains.." She groaned tiredly as she pulled on them, "They're too tight." She felt exhausted. She hadn't gotten any sleep in the past 10 days. Not even a little bit.
"Boo hoo." He taunted as he crouched in front of her, "You're so pretty, you know that?" He stroked her cheek, "Even when you're covered in blood and bruises."
"FUCK YOU." She screamed, "YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING!"
"You are a useless fucking piece of shit!" He spat in her face, "YOU ARE WORTHLESS. YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ANYONE. YOU REALLY THINK THERES PEOPLE OUT THERE THAT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU?! PEOPLE DON'T LIKE GIRLS WHO OPEN THEIR FUCKING MOUTHS. DO YOUR JOB AS A WOMAN AND SIT THERE AND LOOK PRETTY!" When he caught his breath, he continued, "Girls like you don't deserve to be this beautiful."
She swallowed hard at his words. She didn't even want to argue. She was in so much pain and so exhausted. She wanted nothing but to be home right now.
