A/N: So I'm a little nervous to post this but I've had it wrote for awhile so I figured I might as well finally. Basically I got the idea for this story after watching a whole season of Veronica Mars in one day. I started thinking about what would happen if Jackson's company had some kind of cover and somebody (not veronica mars though) started investigating them and found out the truth of what their business actually did.
Before this happened my life was perfectly normal if not even outright boring. I was a regular teenager attending high school. Yesterday was actually my graduation. Don't bother asking how it went. I wouldn't be able to you tell you because I wasn't there.
I had lost track of how long it had been since he finally left me alone. The idea of time had become rather irrelevant to me. When I heard the door slam shut and the lock click in place I finally allowed myself to collapse to the floor. My back was pressed against the only furniture in the room which was a small bed. Its cool surface felt comforting to my aching body.
I held my knees up to my chest wondering how long it would be until he returned next time. It was true he terrified me but I realized quickly it was best not to let him know that. He took far too much pleasure out of it. I didn't ever want to appear weak to him again. I had only cried in front of him once at the very beginning.
I let my head fall forward into my hands as I replayed the recent events in my head. I really didn't see how my life could get much worse. Before this my biggest worry was not getting into my favorite college. Which to my teenage self would have been a horrible tragedy since it was where all my friends were planning on going. I laughed since that seemed so stupid now compared to worrying about doing something wrong and being killed for it.
On the first day he brought me here I tried to escape to get help. It didn't take him long to catch me but I had to at least try. He then threatened to kill me in return saying he wasn't going to deal with my disobedience. I wasn't ready to give up without fighting more. I didn't want to die at 17.
To stop him though came at a high price. I had to make a promise to him that I would do whatever he wanted and behave from then on. I was still tempted at times to try getting help but my need for self-preservation always kicked in before I could act. Sometimes I regret making that promise. I find myself thinking sometimes that things would have been better off if I had just been killed that day. At least this nightmare would be over with and he would no longer be able to hurt me.
Please review and let me know what you thought and if I should bother continuing the story.