Sitting in the dark of the cellar where she had been trapped for nearly a year now, every sound sent shivers down Brittany's spine. Even the almost silent groan of the house above her moving in the wind scared her. What little light she got from the tiny vent at the top of the room only showed her the ever present cuts and bruises on her body. She preferred to stay away from the light so she didn't have to see the damage to her broken body. Once a day, a small flap would open at the bottom of the door that led into the cellar and a small plate of food, usually just some bread and a tiny bit of meat with the occasional slice of fruit, would be shoved through along with a glass of water. Brittany would weakly crawl over and eat the food as quickly as possible, not thinking to save any just in case. Her only thought would be to eat as much as she could to ease the pain of continual hunger, if only for a little while. The small pile of thin blankets served as Brittany's bed where she spent every night tossing and turning feverishly, remembering the day she was kidnapped.
She had been walking home after a wonderful day at school. She had joined the cheerleading group and had quickly become friends with a pretty blonde girl named Quinn and a gorgeous Latina named Santana. At lunch that day the three girls had decided to be best friends and always be there for each other. Little did they know, the three had already been dubbed 'The Unholy Trinity' on account of Quinn being the bitchy Queen Bee and Santana having a quick tongue and was good with her words, easily insulting people she didn't like. Brittany on the other hand, seemed to be the weaker link of the three and just followed the lead of her two friends. By the end of the day, the three of them could walk down any hallway in the school without having to get out of anyone's way; everyone moved for them.
That afternoon, eager to tell her parents about her new friends, Brittany had decided to walk home in the beautiful July sun instead of catching the bus, a decision that would haunt her for ages to come. Only metres away from her street, a black van approached her, pulling into the driveway in front of her. Two big men, both of whom were wearing balaclavas, jumped out of the back of the van an grabbed her roughly, one of them putting his hand over her mouth before she could scream. They dragged her into the van and slammed the door shut, yelling at someone to drive. Brittany was terrified but she knew she should try to get away, she bit down on the hand over her mouth and the man screamed, pulling his hand away. Then she kicked as hard as she could at the other man, sending him crashing into the door. The man who'd had his hand over her mouth had apparently recovered and slammed her head into the back of the seat in front of her. Everything went black.
When she woke, she was gagged, sitting on a chair with her ankles tied to the chair legs and her wrists bound behind her. The two men, still wearing their balaclavas were standing in front of her, one with a baseball bat in his hands. Once they saw she was awake they grinned at each other and approached her. Only then did Brittany realise she was not longer wearing her clothes. And, she noticed the man without the baseball bat was busy undoing his jeans.
"Scream and you get a nice bonding with my bat." the man had told her, pulling off her gag and straddling her. He stroked a hand down her face.
"Why all the sad face, dearie? I won't hurt you, I promise." he said, in a sickly sweet voice, just before he rammed himself into her. Brittany had to bite down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming at the pain.
"Don't like it? I'm so sorry. How about now, precious?" he asked, ramming into her harder. Brittany could taste blood in her mouth as she bit down even harder on her lip. She let a sob escape and tears trickled down her face. The man saw the tears and seemed to take pity on her, pulling out of her and pulling his pant back on, his back towards her. He looked like he was about to leave when he suddenly spun back around, slapping her across her face.
"Stupid bitch! Don't you know you're supposed to enjoy making love?" he screamed at her, spitting in her face. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and concentrated on her breathing. Meanwhile, the man continued to hit and punch her, screaming at her the whole time about her needing to learn manners and respect. A final blow to her temple knocked her out again and the next time she woke she found herself in the cellar where she had now come to call home, covered in bruises and dried blood. The days that followed contained similar rape and abuse to that first day and Brittany soon gave up hope of ever getting out alive and seeing her friends again.
