It's been weeks since they put me here. I want to go home. It's cold and dark and no one will help me. By the time you find this I'll be dead. I know as much. My name's Crystal. I'm eighteen. I was taken three weeks ago and I received my letter a week before that. After writing this he will kill me so if you are reading this pease contact Alexis Blackwell and tell her she's getting her first letter soon. Tell her to hide.
