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WARNING! This chapter has mentions of rape/ torture. If you do not like it, please do not read.

Chapter 1- Found

The ropes and chains dug into my skin. Each tug or pull brought new pain to my waist or ankles. Bleeding, they had cut so deep into my skin. The redness around the area just gets harsher each passing day. He visits, forcing me to eat once a day to keep me alive but weak all in the same. I have no idea how long I have actually been in this basement of some home or building. He doesn't take any chances really, I face away from the door where I can't see the outside of the room- if its day or night, sunny or cloudy. The day was also the same he leaves for I don't know how long, comes to feed me after I am fed he continues to torture or rape me. That is the only time he uncovers my gag was to hear my pleas and screams of pain or to let me go. Any other time the gag is on seeming to think about new ways to hurt me.

My hair was matted to my head from days of not showering mixed with sweat and blood. My body caked in mud, blood, and dirt. Every day I hoped someone would find me, but it ends in all the same- nothing and nobody came. The man always chains me in different positions; hanged from the roof by either my arms or legs, chained to the chair, speared eagle on the wall or bed, once he hanged me by a rope around my waist and tied my arms and legs to the floor (the same position I am in now), so I was bent like an 'U'. Any position that had gave him better access to torture or rape. He keeps me blindfolded, rarely does he takes it off and when he does he had a ski mask on but his lips, nose, and eye holes, were cut out. The scars covered all over my body, the bite marks showed clearly from being rough, bruises everywhere of where he held onto me while… pumping into me or where he hit me.

I never gave in, I fought like any woman would do to stay alive but the man was clearly stronger. It was the most horrific day when I was finally saved- he cut, hit bit and forced harder and more than anything before. I knew I was saved when banging came back above me shouting my name. The man cursed as he knew he couldn't get away anymore. He did cover my mouth again and locked the door; the clicking was proof of that, as if it would help them not come into the room. Then I heard loud banging on the door, someone or people were trying to break in. YES! Finally I hear it give in; footsteps filled the room then yelling; "Put down the gun!" "You don't want to do this!" and "John you don't want to do this!" And answers back like "No!" "Yes I do!" "Yes I do!" Then a loud gunshot filled the room, I expected that I was the one shot and waited for the pain to come but it never did. I heard quick photo shots and I wanted to yell for them to stop.

Finally I felt hands on me, telling me it'll be okay, that I was okay, I was safe. I recognized the voice to be a woman and immediately I believed her, at the moment. I felt the ropes that attached me to the floor release and I tried moving my arms but pain shot up them. Slowly I could feel myself being lower to the ground, gag and blind fold was removed shortly after. A man approaches and wordlessly tries to hand me his jacket. I tried so hard not to scream for him to stay away but I couldn't help it. I knew then I would never be the same- around men. I was terrified of the thought of a man touching me, well anybody. The woman hardly touched me, so I was slightly okay. However, this man looked intimidating. Eye color so dark they look black, blonde-white hair, and built… unbelievably built.

Almost in a flash he step back and raised his hands in surrender and handed the woman the coat, I back away from her too. The feeling in my arms and legs coming back but hurt with each moment was numbing pain. She kept telling me she wouldn't hurt me, I didn't believe her anymore. She threw the coat at me, telling me to cover up that I must be cold and it was mainly because I was naked and now laying on concert flooring. I looked back at the woman, she had black hair really blue eyes, and a huge pink-red scar on her cheek and I know I know her from somewhere but I couldn't put it together.

I stared at the jacket like it had a disease but finally putting in on. It was long and covered me, and I felt warm instantly. I tried to stand and my legs shook some before clasping, not use to the weight of my body anymore. I tried standing again but it didn't work. The woman came and helped me stand up- walking to me slowly like in a way you would approach a rabid animal, letting them know you weren't going to hurt them. I could hear voices, but not exactly listening I vaguely remember her telling me it was time to go.

"I want to see the man's face." Was all I said and would not move. I knew the woman could easily pick me up; I lost a lot of my body mass and as lite as ever. I was bony and probably didn't have much fight in me if she even tried.

She turned me slowly to the body, copes surrounded it. I realized the man shot himself in the head the mask no longer on. I knew without the mask he had green eyes- that wasn't a surprise-, his hair was dirty blonde, hard yet soft angular features shown. The man-John- was attractive I must say. I closed my eyes and turned from the body not believing what I just thought. The woman took it as I wanted to leave and I did.

I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was in the hospital. I looked around at the white walls hearing beating from multiple machines that were in the room. Heart monitor I could tell one was and the other probably for my breathing as I realized I had a tube down my throat. The IV stuck into my skin and hanged beside my bed.

The door to the room opened and snapped my attention to it. Recognizing the voice that was talking to a nurse, Baba. I wanted to say but nothing came out. Mainly the tube down my throat was the reason. When he saw me awake he smiled sadly at me. I pointed to the tube down my throat and made a gesture that said I wanted it out. He nods and sets down what looks like a cup of coffee and walks out without a single word. Shortly he appeared with a nurse and she took it out, no gagging as the gag reflex was now gone due to him.

"Kizim, this is probably a stupid question but how are you?" I guess the doctor warned him about getting too close or at least one of the police officers, but he stopped at a certain point. I opened my mouth to speak 'Better Baba' but nothing came out. The nurse- that I didn't see walk out- walked back in with a cup of water, I smiled at her and took it as she stepped back.

"The officers told us the reaction you had around people, Kiz, so don't be alarmed if we don't come near you." I nod as the last drink of water passed down my throat.

"How long was I gone, Baba?" Again he just smiled sadly at me. My voice was rough from not speaking yet and yelling a lot.

"A year." Everything stopped that long I have been gone for that long! I wanted to ask how they find me, how did I survive that long but it just didn't come out of my mouth. I looked down and see that my wrist have been cleaned and bandaged. I swung the blanket off- with difficultly- and my ankles were the same.

"The doctor will be here shortly Ms. Mazur." I nod and cover myself up, noticing I was really cold. True to her words a woman walked in that I can only hope was the doctor because of the clothing she had on.

"Ms. Mazur, we've run some standard test when it comes to victims like yourself. First health, Second rape; checking for any damage, third...Pregnancy." Baba stayed where he was quiet. Looking calm yet murderess at the same time. The doctor waited for it to sink in. Before looking at I guess the results.

"Ms. Mazur. You are extremely malnourish, possible 50 to 70 pounds below the health weight for your age and height. For that, you will be eating 5 times a day, small meal to bring the weight up. Also you'll have physical therapy as the police let me know about the conditions you were in and according to one of the test you need some muscle back. The rape, you'll be fine, he hardly did any damage and you can tell. Pregnancy…"She got as close as she possibly could before she knew I'll freak out to her closeness.

"Ms. Mazur…" She waited till I looked up at her. "You're pregnant. In addition, by the looks of the baby a few months. I do not know how it is possible for the baby to be alive while you have been in this condition but my colleagues and I think whenever or whatever he fed you had enough vitamins. We also think that your condition is why you are not showing the signs."

"How far along is she?" Baba ask looking extremely alarmed, he stopped forward a few steps before stopping.

"3 maybe 4 months. We have no clue until she starts getting herself healthy again. The baby is small but we can tell you the sex of the baby, if you want. That's pretty much how we know it's longer than 3 months."

My father nods and takes a step back. A baby. The bastard got me pregnant. I am only… 17? Ugh, I don't know, I've been gone for a year so I must be. I busted out crying. I know Baba wanted to come to me and calm me down like he always did when I was upset. Hold me, rock me back and forth, and read whatever book, he grabbed first to sooth me enough it usually caused me to fall asleep.

The doctor left shortly after, telling me my first meal will be up shortly and that I'll be here until I am healthy and strong enough to do things on my own. Baba dragged a chair as close as he could, asking if the distance was okay before sitting down.

"Kizim, we'll figure something out. Okay? You work on getting healthy. I'll also hire a private tutor so you can finish school. I'll contact your friends so you can see them. You'll get back to your old retinue in no time okay? You're safe. Kiz, you are safe."

-From Damaged to Refined-

It had been hours, before baba got up and left the room after looking at his phone. Baba told me everything I had missed in the world and in the city and family life. He only had his brother and two nephews that lived in Turkey but still caught me up on how they were doing. I also realized the cops got me out in the early hours of the morning as I stared out the window and watched the sun rise, now it was in the afternoon. He had called the doctor back in to ask if my eyes hurting from any type of light was natural and she had said yes. So he had turned the lights down and closed the blinds some but it still allowed us to look out. It was dark you could only really see the outline of our bodies but shadows danced on our faces if we moved a certain way. Baba knocked on the door for me to look over at him. I haven't really spoken since the doctor told me I was pregnant. So when he realized I looked, he stepped in the room.

"Kizim, I have people who want to see you." He moved out of the way, turning the light on slightly so we could see well. My friends, all of them, made their way in and stopped at the chair, Baba must've warned them. I told myself.

Lissa was clinging to Christian crying her eyes out. Christian gave a small smile when he saw me looking. Eddie and Mason had neutral looks, but in their eyes I could see sorrow and horror, it was probably how I looked. Adrian who I last remembered went off to art school, looked like hell. His girlfriend, Sydney, was clinging to him also crying. I watched them as they watched me, silently taking me in.

"She hasn't talked since the doctor came in. Even before then she didn't really say anything." Baba piped in, standing next to my friends. Everyone I loved was in the room. Every single one of them looked like hell, but in different ways. Ways I couldn't really describe.

"I am so happy you're okay and safe." Lissa, my best friend since we were five said. I see her squeeze Christian more, like she was stopping herself from running to me. I just stared at her, wanting to comfort her with my voice but just… nothing.

"What happened the year you were…?" Sydney asked, I glanced over at her then looked outside where I watched the sun ever so slowly set.

"I would answer, but nobody would tell me." Baba said I could hear the sadness in his voice. I knew he knew some of it, like the rape and it was granted I was tied down so those wounds were out. I do not know about the scars that are all over my body, but they were tiny and not deep enough that you probably cannot see them in later years.

There was a knock on the door, the nurse, Nurse Ashley. Holding my food I had to eat. She said she was sorry for interrupting but it was time to eat. She placed the food on the table and opened everything and fixed everything up before pushing the table to me without moving herself. I stared at the food; grilled cheese, tons of different fruits, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, pudding, milk, and orange juice. I did not have to want all of it, but they did want me to eat some. They said three of my meals would be larger and since it was dinner time…

I pushed the tray away and looked out the window. My friends stayed quiet the whole time. Baba said nothing, knowing I will eat it eventually but that I wasn't use to as much food and if I ate too much I threw it up. Probably five minutes passed before I took the peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat. The doctor had sent a nutritionist to come in and talk to me about foods and which I will be eating. She mentioned that peanut butter helped fatten people up, usually pregnant women and she had something peanut butter on my plate every meal. I drunk the milk and picked at the fruit before literally pushing the plate of food away so hard it dumped all over me and the floor. I hear my father sigh and call the nurse. As I've done it every single meal. I would get so pissed that I had to live this at the moment, that I had to be taken care of like this at the moment, that I had to be taken care of like a fragile person that would break at any moment. That I want to talk, but my throat hurts too much to do so and I plainly do not want too.

Two nurses came and cleaned up the mess and ignored my screams of protest to get away. I wanted to feel in control and every single movement of this… I wasn't. At this moment I had to be in control of everything, let myself feel safe. I wanted my family to be able to come near me without feeling that I'll scream at the top of my lungs if they got too close. Women weren't much of a big deal, it was the men. But I didn't want any sex near me at the moment.

I looked at my friends, when the nurses left. Glaring at them, they were clearly shocked. Sydney and Lissa just busted into more tears and I wanted to scream at them 'Why are you crying? None of this happened to you!' But it wouldn't come out. Nothing would.

-From Damaged to Refined-

5 months later. Turns out I had just turned 3 months when I was found. My friends visit every day, while I was in the hospital. At first it was all like the other days; silence, eat, throw my food, more silence, then they leave. Baba stayed the whole time, sleeping on the couch. I hadn't said a word until probably 2 months later (making me 5 months) everyone was in the room talking about life outside these walls when I spoke up.

"Can you guys do me a favor?" I asked not looked at them. My voice was still slightly different when I spoke and I know they did not expect me to talk.

"Of course, anything." Sydney was the first to talk. That is when I turned look at them. They all stared at me waiting patiently for the favor.

"The guys in particular. Can we do an exercise so I get used to having males close? Like every day pushing the limit of how close you have to be to me?" The guys all exchanged a look and Baba spoke.

"Certainly." I do a firm nod and go back to looking outside my window.

I have been in that hospital for 5 months before they allowed me to leave. All my friends knew I was pregnant and none of them still knew what happened. But being pregnant I guess they knew I was raped.

Those five months Adrian and Sydney told me they were engaged to be married and plan on being married next summer. And they wanted me as a bridesmaid. I told them okay and congrats. In the 3 months since I've asked them to do that favor, I am able to have the males at arm's length without freaking. But I've been stuck on that spot for nearly a month and now I was getting frustrated, I couldn't handle men that I have known all my life being close to me how could I handle men on the outside world who didn't know not to get close to me?

Baba was now driving me home. I just watched the world pass by as it was interesting after being locked up for a year. It was like; I was seeing everything for the first time, as if I was a child wondering about the world. Most of my body mass was back and the 8 months pregnant belly, now shown clearly. Baba said he cleared out a room for us to decorate as the nursery. We both talked about the options of what to do. Adoption or I take care of it. We decided to keep it and he would help. The family of the man who took me, when they found out what he did- rape- they gave me 100,000 dollars to be able to take care of the baby and myself the first year or two. I asked for a picture of John so when the child asks about his father I could show him the picture. My father had taken the picture when they did, not knowing how I'll act when I see him in the picture.

Baba finally pulled up to the house and we got out. I remembered where my room was, so I went straight there.

-From Damaged to Refined-

Over the course of the last month I was pregnant all my friends helped me decorated the nursery. We knew it was a boy so the main colors of the walls were blue. Adrian had come in and drew all over the walls each showing different themes. Different sports, Animals, a huge tree, and then cartoon versions of the baby's family. Adrian had left enough space to hang the child's name up and anything else I wanted on the wall. We all came up with names for the baby and shared all decided one three names and since the name was my choice in the end, I loved all the names. The names were Evan, Christopher, and Zak of course the last name would be Mazur to go with whichever one I picked. Evan Mazur? Christopher Mazur? Zak Mazur? Each name had its certain pull that made me like the names.

Baba mainly helped with the money and renovations that we had to do to carpet or the walls. We added a built in bookshelf, broke a wall down that lead into the bathroom next door and removed/ closed off the opening that lead out into the hallway so he had his personal bathroom. I had no idea how long Baba had planned for us to be here but I was somewhat comforted that it seemed like he wanted us to stay for some time of whenever we moved out my child will have a room all to himself.

-End of chapter-

Author's note: I am also doing a 'Reading the books' fanfic with VA and I do not know when I'll be updating this as my main concern is that Fan-fiction but this had been running through my head for a long time and I wasn't going to post it, but it seemed too good. This will probably be the only chapter that goes into any detail about the kidnapping. I just don't know yet, but if you like it please review.