So this is the rewritten form of When the Going Gets Tough…. I'm so sorry it took so long! I'm a busy bee . So some chapters will be changed completely, and others will just have small changes. Enjoy! Review!

Chapter 1

I heard his footsteps before he reached the room. He did that on purpose, the heels on his shoes were meant to scare me.

They worked. He entered the room and stared down at me. I was completely exposed and cuffed to the bed. I could only cower in fear as his eyes roamed over my body. Hunger, desire, and greed flashed in his eyes as he sat down.

"Hello my darling," he whispered, stroking my face.

I glared at his right hand as I slid upwards. The bastard was feeling me up.

"Aren't you happy to see me Rose? The last time we met things didn't go so well, but I'm giving you the chance to apologize. Anything you want to say?"

The last time we "met", he had tried to burn my cheek, so I bit his hand until I tasted blood. I was beaten in return. Instead of answering I stared at him, my face void of all emotion.

"Are you going to apologize for what you did?" He stared expectantly at me. I defiantly raised my eyebrows. Of course I would be stubborn in a life or death situation.

"Just remember that you asked for this Rose." He threw himself onto my exposed body. I immediately began to scream. His hand covered my mouth as the muffled sounds tried to escape. When he penetrated me, I shut my eyes, blocked out all the pain. The happiest memories of my life flashed before my eyes. I was grateful for them, for I never knew when my life was going to end.

The sting of a whip brought me out of my private thoughts. He stood next to me, whip in hand, penis exposed. "I've realized that I'd rather fuck you without your screams of pleasure-"

"Agonizing pain," I said. My voice cracked; I hadn't spoken in a few days, maybe weeks. I couldn't tell the difference anymore. The whip snapped against my thigh a second time.

"Shut up! I don't like them, so I'm going to do something about it." He eyed something on the table next to me. I awkwardly turned my head to the left to see what it was. Needle and thread. I glanced back at him, waiting for an explanation.

Instead of doing what I wished, he threaded the needle and approached me. I began to squirm as I realized his true intentions. He sat on me this time, one leg on each side of my stomach, with his penis in my cleavage. However, I continued to flail underneath him.

"Moving will only make this worse darling," he said before driving the needle into my top lip. I screamed as he chuckled. He continued to sow my lips together as the blood leaked into my mouth.

I only felt pain, agonizing pain. That's all I felt. When he was finished he got off my body and cut the thread. Tears were flowing freely down my face and towards my blood smeared lips.

He laughed. "Have anything to say? Maybe now you'll keep your fucking mouth shut. Do you want to test that theory?" He laid on me and penetrated me roughly. He began moving, back and forth, moaning… moaning… moaning…

I woke up screaming.