Kerrin woke up, disoriented. The room was pitch black and it took her eyes a moment to be able to make anything out. She stared at her dismal surroundings, she knew she was in some sort of basement or storage facility, she wasn't sure which one. The floors were cement, there were no windows and the only way out was through a trap door in the ceiling. The ladder was kept upstairs and she slept on a mat on the floor. She had tried to get through the door one time, but that was some time ago. At that time she had a cot, but she had used it to stand on, in an attempt to get out and they had heard her upstairs trying to finagle the lock. They had come down pretty quickly, taking the cot away and then giving her one of the worst beatings she had every experienced. She still shuddered at the memory.

She didn't remember when she had arrived in this place, but it seemed like forever ago. She had no way of judging the time, except that she had one "visitor" a day/night. The only time she was allowed out of the hole was during that time and she spent the whole day dreading that time.

Suddenly she heard the latch being opened, she thought quickly, they had given her one meal, which consisted of water and peanut butter and jelly, that was new, normally they just gave her bread and water. That should have tipped her off that things were different today, but she had just been so famished that she ate it right up. Now, with the door opening, Kerrin braced herself in the corner of the room, she wouldn't fight. She had learned after several beatings that fighting was not an option and all screaming or yelling for help had gotten her were more beatings and different "punishments," but she still couldn't help being on the defensive.

A ladder was put into place and one of her captors came into view, he grinned a wicked grin at her before calling up the stairs, "Turn the lights on Art!"

His answer was a blinding light filling the basement, he laughed at Kerrin's obvious discomfort, as she shielded her eyes and tried to adjust.

Not fast enough, Greg the man with the evil grin already had her arms in a firm grip.

"Well, Pet," he said, Kerrin tensed and he laughed, she hated it when he called her that, but it was preferable to his using her real name, "There's someone here to see you."

If Kerrin hadn't been through the routine so many times before she would have started shaking, like she had when they first brought her here.

A large man stood in front of her, he wasn't large as in tall, but more portly, he looked at her scrutinizing her, looking her over like a piece of meat.

"Greg, you promised me a rare beauty. This thing is wasted away and the bruises on her face look quite lovely I'm sure," His voice held a menacing tone, dripping with sarcasm on his last comment.

If Kerrin didn't hate Greg so much she might have felt sorry for him, "She tried to escape sir," he said nervously, all laughter gone now, "She's impossible to control."

The fat man cackled at that, his expensive suit buttons glinting in the basement light, "this little thing?"

Greg continued to look nervous and Kerrin just stood, feeling listless, tired and hopeless. She had tried every way to escape and had always been foiled in her efforts, one time Art had caught her and he almost looked sad, but he told her to get downstairs real quick or he would have to hurt her.

She looked now at the big man, wishing she could die, but wishing had done nothing so far and she was still stuck in this hell hole.

The big man began to speak again, "I can't see if she's any good. Go clean her and then show me her and I will then decide if I want her. You'll be lucky if I give you anything. Remember that Greg and you better watch yourself. If she's not worth the trip I took here, you'll be sorry."

Greg looked shaken and he grabbed Kerrin none too kindly, his grip hard enough to cause bruises.

"And Greg," the big man warned, "If you create any more bruises on my goods, you'll have a lot more trouble on your hands."

Greg hurriedly ushered her up the ladder. Art met them at the top, he gently hoisted Kerrin up the rest of the way and placed her on her feet. She thought she saw him grimace when he looked at her face, but he quickly schooled his features.

She had been up here before, but it still suprised her how normal the upstairs was. It looked like any old house, but the blinds and curtains were always drawn and she'd never been up here in daylight. It was almost frightening how something so normal could hide such evil.

Greg dragged her to the second floor. He then took her into the bathroom and shut the door behind them.

"Get in the shower," he said, none too kindly.

She stared at him somewhat stunned. He had made her go to many "clients" before, but he had only seen her naked once and she did not want to repeat that incident. Also, he had never stayed while she took a shower.

He noticed her hesitancy and raised is arm to back hand her across the face. She suddenly found her voice, "Stop!" She didn't know where she got the courage to do that, she hadn't had any fight in her in a long time.

"What's that?"he snarled, his features contorting into a feral expression.

"That man will be pissed," she said, remembering the man's warning and backing slowly away from his hand. If it could save her more beatings, she wouldn't let Greg forget, no matter how frightened she was of pissing him off.

Greg seemed to be trying to calm himself down. When he finally spoke, he hissed, "alright Pet. Have it your way," With that he stomped out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Kerrin, couldn't move at first she was so shaken, but she soon got a hold of herself and ran to the tiny window in the bathroom. She knew that there were bars on the window from looking before, but she hoped that there might be someone outside she could hale for help.

Her heart heart sank when there was no one out there. They seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, lost in the woods. She wanted to cry, but she knew that would do no good, so she pulled herself together.

"Hey! I don't hear the shower! Harry doesn't like to be kept waiting!"Greg shouted.

Kerrin jumped and hurriedly turned the shower on, she jumped in and nearly scolded herself. She stifled a yelp and quickly adjusted the settings. It wouldn't be good to give Greg an excuse to enter the bathroom.

After scrubbing herself down thoroughly, she stepped out of the shower, but didn't turn the water off. Greg would find any excuse to enter, Kerrin scowled with disgust, she hated that man. She hurriedly got dressed into her shabby sweatpants and sweatshirt.

She then turned the shower off and as if on cue Greg stepped in, a smirk on his face, which quickly faded into annoyance. Kerrin had to cover a smile.

"Alright, Harry has waited long enough," Greg said, taking her by the arm and pulling her down the stairs.

The fat man, or Harry, waited int the living room. He stared at Greg none too kindly.

"She takes too long, Sir," Greg muttered apologetically.

"Enough," Harry said, cutting Greg off from further excuses.

Harry looked Kerrin over, before looking to Greg, "I still can not see anything. What is this that she's wearing? How can anyone see anything with those clothes?"

Greg started to sputter some excuse, but Harry cut him off, "Come here child," he said to Kerrin.

She knew better than to disobey, so she stepped forward.

During this whole ordeal she had her head down and her eyes downcast, refusing to look at them. Harry now took her chin in his hands and tilted her face towards him. Kerrin winced, expecting a blow.

"Open your eyes, child," he said.

Kerrin obeyed and Harry gasped, "I see," he said, unable to proceed for a moment, "I'll take her."