"Just another day in my living hell. I am currently sitting on the hard, dirty mattress of my cell listening to "him" get high with his "friends" upstairs. I can't even call "him" by his name anymore, not after what "he" has done to me, I just hate "him" too much
"We used to be really good friends, best friends, I considered "him" my brother, but then "he" got into drugs. Now, instead of using his money to pay for "his" addiction, "he" uses me.
"I have been assaulted in multiple ways, by multiple, sick assholes, including "him" himself.
"If I don't let it happen, and try and fight back, I get punished. Either beat, tied up, or starved.
"This has been happening for over a span of three months. I have lost a significant amount of weight.
"I have a small window in this dirt floor cell, and I have gotten good at determining the time, considering I don't have much else to do down here.
"I fear every time that door opens, because it's usually never for a good thing.
"Here's how this happened.
"I had went over to "his" house after he invited me over. "He" had been acting really weird lately, and no one knew why, and I was determined to find out.
"He" had made me angry the night before when I tried to confront "him" about his change it attitude, and "he" didn't appreciate it at all.
"When I got to "his" house, he acted all apologetic for "his" behavior, and "he" was under a lot of stress lately.
"I just brushed it off and figured if I wanted to get to the bottom of things, I needed to approach it with a friendly tone.
"He" offered me a drink, which I obliged and we sat on "his" couch, and sipped our drinks. Not too long after I started my drink, I started to feel dizzy, and I didn't know why. "He" was sitting down next to me, just staring at me, with this unexplainable look on his face.
It didn't took long for me to lose consciousness, and when I woke up, I was chained hand and foot on top of this same mattress I am currently sitting on, I have been here ever since.
I have not left this house once, only 3 times have I ever been allowed to leave this dungeon and go upstairs. Each time I went upstairs, "he" forced me to watch the news stories about me missing.
"They know who took me, "he" is their number one suspect, problem is, no one knows where we are. I don't know where we are.
I have looked out the little widow I have, and even briefly a window upstairs, but all I see out the windows are just trees, trees, and more trees.
I have a big fear that I will never get out of this hell hole, and as the days go by, my hopes die more and more.
There are days where I wish they would just kill me, especially when I'm being "punished".
I don't know how much more I can take.