I have been here for three weeks, I don't know where here is. All I know is he took me and I call him Justin. He tells me to call him dad though, and on the weekends to call him Justin. He gets us food and I cook it, he buys me clothes but I have to work for them. Im going crazy! Justin, sorry dad, lives in an old shack in the middle of nowhere. He has no family or friends. When I first met dad, I was at a club in london I was with some friends because we finished school and needed a night out. It was about 12:30, I was outside with erin getting some air when a guy stood next to us, introduced himself as Justin and asked our names. We told him fake names, erin has had lots of experiences with bad guys in the past, and went back inside minutes later I felt a guy grinding on me from behind I instantly turned around to see it was Justin, he said he was only joking around and then he left. It was about 4:30 in the morning and we decided to call it a night and go home, on the way home I heard someone walking behind us and they had been for quite a while. The girls were so drunk they didn't even notice we were being followed, before I could do anything the guy grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream and dragged me to his car. He told me not to scream and then removed his hand I asked what he wanted he said he wanted me to come with him, I said no and he covered my mouth and nose once again, this time he had a piece of damp cloth in his hand that was obviously drugged cause the next thing I know I am in a different bed.
