WARNING: There will be rape references in this story, however, it is not just for laughs (I'm not that mental) and it actually has relevance to the plot-line. Thanks for reading, my flaming tortoises!

Chapter One- Mari

"I'm going now Mom, love you!" I shout to my mother, running out the door.

"Love you! Be safe!"

"Okay!" I dash to the bus stop, and as soon as I get there, the driver pulls away. "Bitch," I mutter. I sigh and start walking; again.

A black van pulls up and a window rolls down. "What's a fine piece of lady like you here alone?" A slightly Texan accented voice calls to me. I ignore him and keep walking. "GET HER!" He shouts. I drop my backpack and start sprinting, hearing their footsteps behind me.

A gloved hand finds its way over my mouth, an arm snakes around my waist, stopping me. They shove me into the trunk with six others. They introduce themselves as Joshua, whom I think is very cute, Ian, Anthony, Kalel, (Whom know each other, Anthony and Kalel are actually dating) and David.

"Mari." I hold out my hand to shake.

TIME SKIP: ONE WEEK AFTER THEY ARRIVE

I finally walk back into the cell, shirt torn, hair messed up, blood pooling at my crotch area. They keep seven to a cell, so I'm with everyone I met, however there are no beds. Joshua looks up at me as I go and cover myself with blankets, trying to calm down. Finally it hits me... I've been raped...

Someone pulls off the blankets and I see Joshua. I smile shakily at him and he hugs me. I feel my heart speed up. Yep, I've got a major crush on him.

I close my eyes and fall asleep.

I sit upright, screaming, "MMMMOOOOOOMMMM!" I press my hands to my heart area, feeling it pound in my chest. Joshua wakes up, jumping from where he's laying and crawls to me.

"Mari? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I reply, voice wavering.

"To bad, you won't be for long." A gruff voice calls, a burly man walking into the cell. "You come with me. You cook." He points at Kalel when he says "cook" and now I know. I'll be the one raped, all the time. He grabs my arm, pulling me along.

"What about the rest?"

"They'll be working in the fields. Now shut up."

I walk in, this time without a shirt, leaving me in a bra. Everyone looks away respectively, but when Joshua does it, he pulls off his hoodie and tosses it behind him. "Here, take the hoodie."

"Thank you." I whisper. "They took my shirt as a t-t-trophy." I start stuttering as I think about. I tug the hoodie on and sit in the corner, tears rushing down my face in a waterfall. Joshua crawls over, holding me tightly, allowing me to cry into his shoulder.