Its been a long while since I've wrote any fan fiction of any kind. The last time I did I sort of got scared off and I deleted my story, but that was like two years ago when I was fifteen. I think I might be better at handling insulting comments, so here I go.

I don't know how long I've been here. Maybe it's been a month or a year, but however long, I know I've already given up. He keeps me locked up in some kind of basement with metal cuffs around my ankles and wrists. I try to keep as still as possible to avoid any chafing. He likes to keep a close eye on me from the security camera in the corner of the room. I know he's looking from the noise of the camera zooming in and out. I gave up on caring a long time ago.

My kidnapper lets me use the restroom at least once a day from what I can tell. Its really hard to keep track of time without a window in the room. He doesn't let me use a shower. All he does is give me a bucket of water with a sponge inside to scrub off the sweat and blood from a long day of absolute torture.

I don't even know what he's trying to accomplish.

I'm able to hear steady footsteps coming from behind my prison's steel door. I know its him from how confident his foot steps are. The small window on the door opens and cold blue eyes gaze through. He doesn't even have to look around to find me, because he knows that I keep myself from moving.

"Hi Princess, You ready for another day of fun.", he says in a deep gravely voice. Most likely from a long life of smoking cigarettes.

The man opens the door and I'm able to see the full image of him. Its not the kind of guy you would suspect to do this. From an outside view he looks completely normal. Early fifties, could easily be some college students dad...my dad. That's what really scares me. He just looks so normal. Like a man with a supportive family and a steady job.

He walks further into the room and he grabs the chain connecting my set of cuffs. He yanks on it and I take the hint to get up. The man pulls me out of the room and he starts down the hallway. Its lit with lights hanging from the ceiling. At the end of the hallway is a staircase and we stop five feet away from it. I always keep the idea of hope in my mind every time he takes me out of that room that he'll one day lead me up those stairs and let me go, but that's not how kidnapping works. Once you've seen their face they either kill you or keep you.

I wish he would kill me.

The staircase now out of sight I take in my one true torture chamber. The walls are old red brick with a few holes here and there. in the center of the room is a bed, which you'd normally see in hospitals. Against the far back wall was the man's work table. It's where he likes to keep his tools and his collection consists of either sharp poking tools to sharp mutilating tools. There wasn't much of an in between. I'm pulled away from my normal observations to the voice of my kidnapper.

"Today I have something new for you. I'm hoping since the particle accelerator exploded that the new particle energy in the air will finally cause a change in your genetic DNA. I took me a year to finally get the sample in the right form."

'I've been here for more than a year. I've never heard of any particle accelerator'

He pushes me further into the room towards the bed and while doing so, he continues to talk my ear off about scientific mumbo jumbo. He does this every once in awhile and it makes me want to slam my head against the wall. Every. Single. Time.

Proceeding to strap me against the bed, I close my eyes and I imagine that I'm home in my own bed with super strong locks keeping me safe from the outside world. I was home, before any of this happened and I was getting ready for bed. That was until I heard a scraping noise outside of bedroom door. I was still living with my parents and they were out that night celebrating their fifteenth anniversary. Thinking they came home early I left my room to greet (or possible scare) them and I was the one to get surprised. There was a man, my kidnapper, and he was standing in my hallway. I tried so hard to call for help, but nobody came. I even called 9-1-1, but they said it'd take them twenty minutes until they could send reinforcements. I was taken in ten.

I felt a stab of pain in my arm and opening my eyes I see the man injecting me with something. The needle was filled with some type of black substance. At the beginning of my days here I would have screamed, jerked around, or something, but now I could care less. I was constantly tired and nothing ever happened when he did experiment, so I doubted anything would happen now. I couldn't have been more wrong.

It happened slowly. Mr. Kidnapper was just staring and I was taunting him in my head when a sudden pain caused me to lose focus. My vision went dark for a moment and then it came back. Every time it did the pain in my head would get worse, causing me to groan. After the tenth time it happened the man grips tightly onto my wrist. My eyes widen when I see the crazed look in his eyes.

Now shaking me he yells in my face,"What is it! What do you feel! Tell me!"

I'm shaking my head hoping he'll go away and he does, but he walks towards his worktable.

I start to tug against my restraints even with the new found pain now coursing through the rest of my body.

"Nooo! Please, just let me go! Nothings happening, I still feel normal. It was just a headache from this morning. PLEASE!"

Ignoring my protests he takes a hold of his sharpest knife and he holds it up against the light looking at it shine.

"Please just let me go. I don't want to be here." I mutter quietly.

I know there's nothing I can truly do, especially now with this pain in me. Currently there's excruciating agony in my stomach, like there's something trying to dig itself out of me. That's what eventually forces me to scream my pain. The pulling is getting worse and I open my eyes to see if he's stabbing me without me realizing, but he's not.

My body's shaking, unbelievably fast. The man above me has a maniac grin on his face, but it doesn't look like he's putting the knife away. If anything he seems more intent on seeing what happens when he does stab me, because he's now holding it above his head ready to plunge.

With not much thought I bring my hands up to guard my body, but with no success as the knife goes in me. Then I realize that my hands are free some how and there's no longer any pain coursing through me, especially from where the knife is poking through. The problem is I don't even feel the knife or the hand Mr. Kidnapper is wave through me.

I think I might be going into shock, but then something clicks into my mind.

'I can escape.'

My mind now clear and focused, I look up from where the knife was and look towards my capture-er. He's still distracted by my shaking body, and I take the chance to slowly move my feet from out of the binds. thankfully I don't have to worry about making any noises since my feet go through the restraints. I notice the knife barely hanging on straight to the table, so I force only my hand to stop shaking and I grab a hold of it. Then I attack.

The knife smoothly stabs through his stomach and he staggers back. Now with some space to get around him, I jump off the side of the table and I force my legs to push me to the door. When I reach it I quickly look back and I see him simultaneously hold onto the bed and putting pressure onto the gushing wound of his stomach. He looks up at me and when we locks eyes I know I'll never forget what he's done to me and I'll never allow myself to be defenseless ever again. Not knowing or wanting to say anything all I do is give him the bird.

Shoving my self through the crack of the door I hear staggering footsteps and I know he's trying to get me back, So I quickly get out of the way and I slam the door shut and lock him in. A blanket of relief washes over me and I lean myself against the door to hopefully slow down my beating heart. With my head leaning back I feel the light thuds of the man's fist banging against the door, but I don't really hear anything.

'That must be why no ones ever tried to help. They couldn't hear me. They couldn't hear my screams'

I'm assuming the guy has some kind of family. How really needs this much space. Now calmed I move towards my freedom. The stairs were a bit of a challenge, but I managed and when I reached the door my heart started pounding again. I'm silently hoping to the god the door isn't locked...,but it is.

God hates me.

My body is no longer shaking since I tried only forcing my hand to stop. Now I have no clue as to how I'm suppose to get out of here. I shut my eyes and lean my head against the door.

I pray quietly, "Why does this happen to me. Just let me out of here and I'll never complain about my family, my job, anything. Please, let me have the chance to live my life again."

It's quiet now that I've stopped talking and its very disconcerting. The pain that has reside from my stomach comes back even worse than before. Groaning in extreme pain I clutch my midsection and I lean more heavily on the door.

My body was starting to shake again. What the hell is happening to me. All of a sudden the weight of the door releases me and I'm quickly falling through. I throw my hands up to catch myself and then I'm on the other side of the door. My life couldn't get any crazier.

I look up from I've landed and the first thing I notice is how empty the rest of the house feels. Pulling myself up onto my feet I quickly glance around the room looking for an exit. I find one only a room away.