--Jasper's P.O.V.--
This guy must be stupid. After he raped me, he left for four hours, but he did cut me more. All over my chest and abdomen. He did lock the door, though.
I search through all of the chests in the room. I come across blindfolds, chains, and knives. I finally find what I was looking for: My phone. I power it up and make one call. The phone rings and rings and rings, when finally he picks up.
"Hello?" Derek asks, shakily. I start to sob when I hear his beautiful voice.
"It's Jasper. I know you need at least two minutes to track the call, so that is what I'm giving you." I say about as calmly as I can, but probably failing.
"Oh my god, Jasper! Please say you're alright, I saw both videos. I really need you back!" He says desperately, and I break down.
"I'm not okay, I need you too. My mom works at the police department so she can track the call. Please hurry and find me." I sob when I collect myself enough to speak. I see it has been about two minutes. "Jasper, hang on okay? I will get you as soon as possible." He says trying to calm me down.
I hear the door slam open, and look up. Guy was fuming. He snatches the phone away from me and hangs up. "I only forgot to chain you up, but now you need to be caged up." He yells, grabbing my hair pulling me backwards. I shriek and fight, the pain is too much. He throws me in a cage, and chains my ankle to the side. "I'm sorry! Please don't do this! I'll behave! I was only on the phone for a minute!" I beg desperately as I sob. He pulls me to one side and hits me.
"You forgot to call me Master, pet, and you lied to me. As punishment, you have to clean this room, thoroughly, with a toothbrush." He spits at me, and throws me back rattling the cage. He leaves again, and I finally cry.
*Flashback*
'J+D=<3' is scrawled all over my notebooks. I still hadn't come out to my friends that I am gay. They all think that the 'D' is a girl named Delilah. She lives in New York. I had to make up that story and yes I took it from the song 'Hey, there Delilah" By Plain White Tees.
The truth is I like this boy named Derek. Derek's parents love him so much, and he is so hot. "Hey Jasper, what's up?" My best friend Scottie asks, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. He plays football, and I always wait for him on the bleachers, sketching.
"Not much." I mumble, defining the muscles on the sketch of Scottie throwing the ball. "Hey, that's great you should submit it to the newspaper." He says. I feel my face heat up and I smile. "Hey me and some of the other guys are going out to the falls do you want to come?" He asks.
"Sure." I respond packing my things up. When we did get to the falls, I saw a bunch of alcohol, and got really nervous. "Hey Jasper!" Matt, Scottie's co-leader, yells, slapping me on the back. "Hi, Matt." I mumble.
"Yo dudes, we should totally play truth or dare." Matt says when everyone gathered. "What, Are you a twelve year old girl?" Scottie interrupts, but everyone agrees. It comes around to me eventually and I pick truth.
"Are you gay?" Some kid asks. Of course they couldn't have chooses a different question. I wasn't ready to tell my friends yet. I gulp and feel my face flush. "Y-Yes." I whisper, hoping no one heard, but Scottie heard.
"What? EW dude. HE IS GAY!" Scottie yells. Everyone makes disgusted faces, except the kid. I look over at the kid, and see it was Derek.
I gasp in embarrassment, and ball my fists. I get up and run away hiding my face so no one can see the tears dashing down my face. The last thing I heard was, "He is too gay to stand up for himself."
I came home and my mom asked what happened. I told her and my dad overheard it. He started his abuse to me then.
*End of Flashback*
I hear jingling and that's what woke me up. I see the only person that I didn't want to see.
"Start your work." Man says throwing me a tooth brush, and pointing to a bucket.
"Yes, master." I reply and grab the tooth brush. I was half way done when everything in my body started to cramp up. I just want to curl up whimper, but I try my best to continue, and soon finish. I toss the toothbrush into the bucket. I sigh and curl up, when I hear stomping.
I shoot my head up and see The Guy coming in the room. He grabs my hair, and I scream in pain. He throws me in the position I first found myself.
"Sleep well, pet." He spits, leaving me. I hear a hissing noise and my vision goes blurry. Soon enough I am unconscious.
