A young girl sprawled out in the floor of a vacant room, on old stained grey carpet. Her cheeks stained with tears and blood, her wrist scarred, cut and caked with the same crimson liquid. Her shirt ripped and covered in dried mud, her pants removed, also covered in mud. They lay on the floor across the room from her, with her torn and bloody underwear. She opened her eyes slowly, and tried to lift her head, but she was too weak and tired. It had been two days since she was brought here. Two days of torture, unwanted sex, and beatings. She slowly moved her eyes, looking around the room, but her eyes were hazed over from lack of sleep and nutrition. She hadn't eaten in days, but food was unappealing to her. She saw the shackles with chains attached to the tan walls and shelves filled with various torture devices. Some of which she had experienced, and some she knew she soon would. She winced as she felt a reoccurring pain in between her legs, and shifted trying to ease it. She lay in floor thinking about how she ended up here, the memories rushing back to her. Two days ago she was happy, in love, and carefree, despite her situation. She and her boyfriend had been driving back to Arkansas from their road trip out to California. They had made it to Texas, and stopped for the night. They stayed at a rundown motel 8, their funds dried up from her boyfriend's excessive binge drinking, and heavy partying. She sighed remembering all the nights she spent alone at various hotels in California, while he was out partying and drinking with other women. She had met him in high school, her junior year. Now she was a freshman in college, still trapped in a one-sided relationship. He had secluded her from her friends and family, but she didn't mind. Her mother was a cocaine addict and her father was a successful business man, that didn't know she existed. She was the result of a one night stand, after a long day of work and a bitching wife waiting at home. Her life was just like every other sob story in her hometown. She lived in an old worn and ratty trailer with her boyfriend and his mom, who was un-employed and living on disability. Her boyfriend worked at a local mini-mart for minimum wage, and she went to college full time on scholarship money. She had dreams of becoming a nurse, and getting a job in a high end hospital, and moving her and boyfriend north. She chuckled softly out of spite, she thought about her life and how she might never be able to live her dreams or continue to live at all. She was jerked out of her thoughts by the door opening and then being slammed shut. She cringed as he stood above her.