Hey guys! I'm back :) This is the sequel to Skyscraper, so if you have not read Skyscraper yet, you will be confused! But if you have read Skyscraper…I hope you enjoy this story! :D

By the way, this story starts eleven months after the end of Skyscraper.

Disclaimer: Nope, Victorious is not mine.

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Tori's POV

"Do you, Victoria Vega, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth or so help you God?"

With my hand on the Bible, I let out a sigh and said, "Yes,"

The judge nodded. "Alright, have a seat."

I nodded and sat down close to the judge. I looked at the view in front of me, but then the first thing that caught my eye was…the man. He was sitting on his side in an orange jumpsuit while in handcuffs. He was looking at the ground. This was the first time seeing him since I'd been found. I prepared myself for this and told myself to not have flashbacks and so far, I was doing well.

A lawyer by the name of Richard Lewis, who represented the United States, was standing in front of me. He was on my side, but he wasn't my direct lawyer. He cared more about finding out what happened to me than sparing my feelings. In other words, he would ask me about everything. And I mean…everything. I was not looking forward to that. "Hello, Ms. Vega,"

I gave a nod. "Hello,"

"Would you like to tell the court what Mr. Jenson did?"

"Well…he came into my room late one night and kidnapped me." I said. "He held me captive for six months."

"Alright, let's go into detail." he said. He was pacing the floor a little bit. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions and you're going to answer them to the best of your ability and memory. Do you understand?"

I sighed heavily. I took a quick glance at my lawyer, Kaitlyn. She told me ahead of time that the questions might get a little personal, but that I shouldn't let it get to me. She gave me a nod and a smile. I looked back at Richard. "I understand,"

"Good," He cleared his throat. "Why not you start with what happened the early morning of May 22nd, 2012?"

"Sure," I said. "I was lying in my bed and I felt someone grabbing my arm. I opened my eyes and I was looking at that man right there."

"What's the name of that man?" asked Richard bluntly.

I gritted my teeth. No one understood how much I hated that man. "Michael Jenson,"

"Good job," he said. "From now on, will you please refer to him as Mr. Jenson and not that man? It'll lessen the confusion."

I gulped. I already hated this, but I still nodded and said, "Yes,"

"Okay, continue,"

I cleared my throat. "I looked up and saw…Mr. Jenson standing over my bed. He wanted me to go with him, but I objected. I told him that my dad is a cop and that he shouldn't be here, but he told me that he didn't care what my dad did for a living, that he could be the President of the United States and he would still be there…taking me. He told me that if I didn't go with him that he'd kill me and my family. I was scared to death and didn't know what else to do, so…I agreed to go with him. I didn't know what he was capable of."

Richard nodded. "What happened after that?"

"He told me to stay at his side…or else. He was holding a knife up to my throat." I cleared my throat. "He forced me to get my shoes on and I did. Once they were on my feet, he forced me to go downstairs with him and then go outside. I did as I was told and I went with him."

"And at what time did this occur?"

"Um…" I cleared my throat. "I think it was around…two or three in the morning, but I'm not exactly sure. I didn't exactly care about looking at the clock."

"What was his voice like?"

I hesitated for a moment. "It was…very firm, but he was also soft spoken. It was as if he didn't wanna wake anybody up."

"And when you say anybody, who are you referring to?"

"My mom, my dad, and my sister,"

He nodded. "How was he dressed?"

"Uh…in dark clothes," I answered.

"And what type of clothes?"

"A black hoodie, dark sweat pants, and a black cap," I said.

"What instructions did he give you?" he asked. "You indicated he threatened you?"

I gulped. "He basically told me to stay quiet. Yes, he threatened me,"

"And he threatened your family?"

"Yes,"

He nodded. "You indicated that he asked you to get shoes. What type of shoes did you put on?"

"My fur boots," I answered.

"Did you ask him why he was taking you?"

I bit my lip. "I tried to ask him a few times, but he never gave me a response."

"Did he have the knife to your throat the entire time?"

I hesitated. "Not the entire time, but for the majority of it."

"Did he continue to threaten you as he took you out of your home?"

"Yes,"

"Where did he take you?"

"We walked through a forest for what felt like hours before emerging to a not-so-great neighborhood." I said. "We walked a few houses down and then went into his house."

"As you guys were walking through the forest, did you observe whether he was carrying anything with him?"

I nodded. "He had a flashlight."

"Did he have any coats?"

"No,"

"Any additional clothing?"

"No," I said again.

"Did he ask you to put on any socks?"

I hesitated. What kind of question was that? "Uh…no. I was already wearing socks,"

"Okay, now Tori, was he concerned about being caught?"

"No," I said. "He thought for sure he was never gonna get caught."

"And where did he take you ultimately?"

I gulped. I was pretty sure I already said that he'd taken me to his house, but I answered anyway. "His house,"

"Tori, what was the first thing he did to you when he took you in his house?"

"He had a room designated for me and he made me go in it," I said. "I was strapped to the bed by cables."
"Cables?" he questioned.

I nodded. "He used cables to strap me down by my right wrist, left wrist, left ankle, and right ankle."

"How long were you strapped to the bed?"

"Two days,"

"Did he offer you food or water in those two days?"

I blinked a few times. "No,"

He nodded. "After those two days, what did he do?"

"He told me to change out of my pajamas and put on a t-shirt, some jeans, and old tennis shoes. I was about to go to the bathroom to change, but he told me I had to change in there, right in front of him. I was about to argue with him, but he stopped me by pushing me against the wall and yelling in my face. He was saying stuff like, I have to do everything he says or else he'll kill me and my family. He also said that I can't back talk, yell, and I wasn't allowed to struggle at all. He told me that the life I had before might as well not exist since he was so sure I wouldn't get to see my family anymore." I sighed heavily. After a moment, I said, "And then…as punishment…he raped me." It was a struggle not to cry, but I remained strong.

He looked at me sympathetically for a moment, but then he continued with his questions. "In those early days at his house, what did he do to ensure that you didn't escape?"

I gulped. "He would strap me to the bed and threaten me with my life as much as he could. That was bad enough, but then he brought my friends in the mix."

"When you say he brought your friends in the mix, what do you mean?"

I cleared my throat. "I mean that he threatened my life, my family's lives, and my friends' lives. It was…absolutely awful."

He nodded. "Did he ever say what he would do to your family and friends?"

"Well…no, but…once…when he was choking me…he said that, once he was done with me, he'd put everyone in my previous life through a painful death, including…my pretty little friends, as he put it."

"Did he ever indicate that he was being serious?"

"Yes,"

"What did he say?"

I sighed heavily. "He forced me to give the names of my friends."

"And did you?"

I nodded and gulped. "I didn't want to, but I did,"

"And did he hurt them?"

"No," I said. "He didn't touch them."

"Tori, you indicted that he was choking you. Did he do that a lot?"

I bit my lip. "Yes,"

"What were his reasons for choking you?"

"If I did something he didn't approve of or if he was bored," I said. "Half the time he did it, he was just bored. I tried my hardest to do everything he told me to do."

"Okay," he said. "As far as being strapped to the bed, did he have a key?"

"Yes,"

"Tori, was he aware that police were looking for you and him?"

"Yes," I said. "He was aware of everything around him; he just tried his best to ignore it."

"Did he ever indicate to you that he knew he'd go to jail if he was caught?"

"It never occurred to him." I sighed heavily. "He thought he was never gonna be caught."

"So…without going into details, how often did he rape you, Tori?"

I flinched. I can't believe he would ask me that. I cleared my throat and said, "Um…I guess…almost every day. If I wasn't strapped down to the bed, he would rape me."

"Do you have any sort of proof that he raped you?"

I really didn't want to say this in front of the man, or Mr. Jenson or whatever the heck his name is, but I had no other choice. "He got me…pregnant." I began to hear murmurs amongst the jury, but the judge silenced everybody. I had my eye on the man, but he didn't even look up.

"When did you find out you were pregnant?"

"The day after I was found." I answered. "My baby girl is almost a year old now." Again, I had my eye on the man, but he still didn't look up or even looked remotely shocked that he is the reason why I had an eleven-month old daughter. He either already knew or didn't care. Probably both.

After that, the subject of my daughter was dropped and Richard moved on to something else. Thank God. "During your six months with the defendant, Tori, what was the predominate focus?"

"Um…I guess it was the rape,"

He nodded. "Was there ever a time he did not talk about sex or want sex?"

I almost laughed. "No, he always wanted it."

"Did he ever give you alcohol or drugs in order to lower your resistance to have sex with you?"

"No,"

"Never?"

"No, never," I said. "He used threatening words."

"Did he ever show you pornography?"

My eyes filled up with tears. "Just…just once,"

"Are you okay?" he asked gently. "Do you need to take a break?"

I took a deep breath and wiped at my eyes. "No, I'm fine,"

"Did he ever try to convince you that having sex with him was no big deal or normal?"

"Well…yeah," I said. "He raped me as if it was an everyday occurrence." I didn't like that he was calling it sex. I mean, I guess it was, but it was more rape than anything. I never agreed to do it.

"Was the defendant crude?"

"Yes,"

"Vulgar?"

"Yes,"

"And was he inappropriate about sex?"

I gulped. "All the time,"

"Would he use vulgar terms to describe parts of the male and female body?"

A tear fell down my cheek. "Yes," I croaked out.

"Now, Tori, are you sure you don't need a break?" he asked gently.

"I'm fine," I said and took a few deep breaths. I cleared my throat and wiped away the tear. "Trust me…I'm okay,"

"Okay," he said and sighed. "Would he say offensive vulgar things to you?"

I gulped. "Sometimes,"

He nodded. "Did he ever leave his house?"

"If he left, I was with him," I said. "He never left me there by myself."

"Tori, did you ever get a break from being raped by the defendant?"

"Uh…" I had to think about that. "The longest he went without raping me was…probably…three or four days. But…that was just one time. It was almost every day."

"Was there ever an occasion that you said no to him?"

My eyes widened. "About being raped?"

"Yes,"

"No," I said. "I wanted to, but never did,"

"Would the defendant ever try to convince you that it would be bad if he stopped having sex with you?"

I looked at him odd. "Uh…no, he just…he always wanted it. I'm sorry, it's just…I don't know how else to put it. And I don't like it being called sex, because I never agreed to it. It was rape."

"Okay," he said. "Was the defendant religious or did he talk about anything related to God?"

I was about to answer, but then the man's lawyer said, "Objection, Your Honor,"

The judge simply gave a nod and said, "Overruled,"

I sighed. "No. He never once mentioned religion or God."

"Was there ever a time he wanted you to forget about your life with your family?"

I was about to answer, but before I could, I had a flashback. I couldn't stop it from coming.

The front page had a picture of me, my parents, and Trina from a few months before. We look like a perfect, happy family. Above the picture were the words, "In search for missing teenager, Victoria 'Tori' Vega,"

"Tear it up," he said sharply.

I let out a sob and then tore it in half. I watched as my family got smaller and smaller the more times I ripped it. The more times I ripped it, the harder I cried. Once it was torn to shreds, I looked up at the man with teary yet angry eyes.

He smiled and grabbed it. "Good job," He threw it in the fireplace and then started a fire. I watched as the pieces to that newspaper burned up. Then he walked out of the room and came out moments later with the clothes I was wearing when he took me: my pajamas and Ugg boots. "You see this…just keep watching." I watched as he threw the clothes and boots in the fire. I closed my eyes, looked down, and just let the tears fall. "Everything about your previous life needs to be forgotten."

I let out a few silent sobs. "I want my mom and dad," I finally said.

"They no longer exist," he said bluntly. "I'm all you have."

"Tori?" said Richard. "Tori, are you alright?" I looked up at him and it was as if the room was spinning. "Do we need to take a break?"

I slowly nodded. "Yeah," I mumbled and got up. I took one step and that's the last thing I remember before collapsing to the floor.

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P.S., I am not an expert on what goes on in courtrooms, so I'm sorry if there are errors. I tried my best haha

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