My name is Nicole Reddings, and I'm a teenager that's been captivated by a man for almost my whole life. I'm nineteen, about to turn twenty, and I got captured around 5 years old.

I got taken from my parents while I was sleeping. I used to have dreams about a man taking me to a weird house. My mother thought it was all fake because I used to say it was in my dreams. But it came true.

That night I got taken away, a man snuck into our house somehow, and took me out of my bed while I was sleeping. He didn't think to cover up my mouth, so I screamed at the top of my lungs. My mom and dad woke up, wondering what was going on. The last glimpse of me that they saw, was me passed out in a man's arms. They could never find me after that.

When he took me to his house, he treated me with the cutest dolls, along with a dollhouse. He also got me a puppy to keep me company. Her name is Calyope. I named her that name, because it was my mom's name. The man treated me as if I were his daughter. I thought that was really sweet of him, but I was also frightened by him. He would always frown whenever I seemed unsatisfied or unhappy with anything. When he noticed that I was sad, he played dolls with me. When he noticed I was angry, we would watch tv together. And when he noticed I wouldn't do anything but sit in my room, and stare out the window, he would come in and talk to me. He tried to do a lot of things to make feel better, but the only thing that would really make me feel better is seeing my mom and dad again.

Now that I'm practically nineteen, my "father" doesn't really pay attention to me like he did when I was younger. The older I got, the more serious he would be with me. I remember on my sixteenth birthday I asked if I could have a Sweet Sixteen, like every other girl that turns sixteen. These were his exact words, "Nicole, we don't have time for a Sweet Sixteen. Now go to your room." I was really upset about not having a Sweet Sixteen. I thought that would be one of the most important milestones of my life. But I guess I was wrong.

Like usual, I was sitting on my bed looking out the window with Calyope sitting by my legs. Calyope is a German Shepherd and she basically protects me. We have a special bond that I can't explain. Ever since we locked eyes with each other, we became the best of friends. And since this is my only real family, I'm never letting Calyope go.