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It was the next day. I woke up somewhere new. It's dark, and I'm sore. I touch my head and look at my hand. It's soaked in blood. My eyes are blurry. I look around me. I'm tied up in a dog cage in what it looked to be a basement. I scream for help because i hear a man talking to a woman. i hear a door slam. It was the woman leaving. Someone was coming. It was Cody from the night before. He locks the door behind him. He opens the cage . He unlocks me from the chains then drags me to the bed on the other side of the room. Rapes me once again. He locks me up again, goes to the room next to me and grabs some clothes for me. I was thinking about why he has woman clothes but overlooks it but later on, I would find out why. He ties me to the big pole in the middle of the basement. I'm standing there completely naked. He turns on the water hose and puts it on full blast, and sprays it at me. the fierce hose blasted water on my cuts. I'm screaming for help. He hits me on the head with the metal part of the hose. He dresses me. then gives me 1 piece of bread and 1 piece of cheese. I eat it when he leaves the room. I found a sharp metal piece on the cage so I tar it off. He comes back 20 minutes later. He tries to force me to take some pills which later on I would found was sleeping pills. I cut him. Then he gets out a gun and points it at my bloody head. He says "let's try this one more time okay" "take the fucking pills now"! I take them and he leaves. I set there for 15 minutes and think about my family and friends and the last memories I had of them. I remember the breakfast I had in the morning. the conversation I had with my mom about how happy she was that I was doing better in school and staying out of trouble. The conversation I had with my dad about college and fixing my car. Playing with my 9 year old sister and helping my 17 year old brother get his stuff together for his band. He's still stuck in the emo phase and so is all of his friends. His band might be a bit cringy but they're really good he plays where ever he can. Friday he was supposed to play at this park uptown in the bandstand. Then my mind starts to wonder when I'm going to be found or when they are going to stop looking. Wait have they even started looking yet. Do they think I just stayed at a friends house. I never told them where I was going. I don't even know where I am because there are no windows in this basement and at Cody's house there is no basement. So I must be somewhere else. There's no telling how far away from my house I am. What if they never find me. What if I never get to see my brother perform again, or my little sister grow up. What if I never get to do photography with my mom and fixing up old cars with my dad. I start to cry again , but then I think about when I do get free and how to get free and how happy I'm going to be when I see my family. I slowly stop crying. I'm getting really tired all of a sudden. I slowly drift off into a deep sleep.

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