I woke up in a small room on the floor with cigarette smoke clouding around me. I blinked and it all came back to me in a rush. My mom, my fake friends, the mafia, and the creepy man. Oh my god! I am in a creepers house! I shot up off the floor and ran to the walls tryiqng to find a door. I found a nob and jiggled it. No surprise that it was locked. "DAMMIT!" I kicked the door and tears fell freely from my eyes. I crawled to the farthest corner from the door and curled up into a ball. Why? Why did this have to happen? Suddenly the door swung open and there stood the man that kidnapped me. "Ah I see you've woken up. Good. Now I can get to work on breaking you." he said, "Now come here." "Hell no! I'm not going anywhere near you, you creep! And what do you mean "break me"?! I'm not a toy!" I screamed at him. His eyes darkened and he stomped over to where I was,"You will respect me you little bitch!" He pulled me up by my hair and threw me to the floor. I let out a small whimper. He kicked me on my side repeatedly and refused to stop. "Please! Please stop!" I screamed when his foot connected with my stomach. "You know what? I will because I think you've learned your lesson. And if not? Well, I have a very interesting punishment ready for you that will be very pleasurable for me, but not so much for you so I advise you listen." he pointed at the door," If you try to escape or anything of the sort, I have a special room for you." I just whimpered and tried to make the pain go away. I looked up and saw the chance of a lifetime. The man was on the phone looking the other way. The door was open so I decided to ignore his warning and tried to escape. I crawled quietly away and I almost made it when the door was abruptly slammed shut. I slowly turned around holding my stomach and looked at the man in fear. He shook his head and smiled, " I warned you." Then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and punched with all my might but to no avail. He opened a big metal door and I saw the worst thing I could think of imaginable. In the room were all sorts of torture devices: whips, knives, needles, a poker from a fireplace...I gulped when I saw that one. In the very middle of all that there was a table with straps to hold a person down. I gulped and tried to wiggle out of his grip. He chuckled and walked over to the table. My body slammed against the cold metal and he grabbed my wrists to strap them into place. He did the same with my legs with a bit more difficulty because I managed to kick him where the sun don't shine. He grunted and elbowed me in the stomach to stop my panicked thrashing. While I tried to regain my breathing, he grabbed an object off the wall. He turned toward me and held it up, a knife. "Now I'm going to teach you how to respect your elders." ,he grinned and walked toward me.
