Here is a new story I decided to write. Please don't read this if you are easily offended or if you don't like rape.

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush

"No! Please don't! Someone help!" I screamed. However, there was nobody around to help me. The strange man wrapped his hand around my mouth the prevent me from screaming again. I bit the palm of his hand, hard enough to draw blood. He dropped me, cursing the whole while. I was too stunned to do get up and run. Casually, he kicked me in the ribs, leaving behind a burning pain. This caused me to curl up into a fetal position and start rocking back and forth. He picked me up by the front of my shirt, starting to choke me. I saw the black starting to cover the edges of my vision, and knew that I was going to pass out. I struggled for breath, fighting to live, but despite my best efforts, the blackness covered my vision, and I sank into oblivion.

When I woke up, I was in a dark, wet, cell-like structure. There was a paper plate that had already started decaying that had a single slice of bread on it. The bread was moldy, so I refused to eat it. I heard a door open, and a shaft of light broke the darkness. The man walked down the stairs. "I see you're awake." he commented. I mustered up the rest of saliva that I had in my mouth and spit in his face. He recoiled quickly, wiping his face in the process. "You're going to pay for that." he growled. I cowered back in the cell, hoping that I hadn't just sealed my fate. He unlocked the door and let himself in. I was too weak to try to run. As if he could sense my thoughts, he left the door open. "Go ahead and run. I will catch you, and you will pay." I cowered in the corner. This man was insane! He came at me and ripped my shirt off. Slowly, as if I was a piece of meat on display, he admired me. "Great body. Perfect for what I have in mind." He sneered at me. I curled into a ball, trying to make my body as small as possible. He grabbed me around my waist and threw me on the bed that I hadn't noticed until now. I tried to fight, realizing what he had in mind, but in my depleted condition, my struggles were pitiful. He took my pants of, so that I was laying on the bed in my bra and underwear. I tried to curl into a ball again, but he was too strong. My last conscious sensation was of him taking my undergarments off. My brain could take no more, so it did the only logical thing. It shut down, forcing me into unconsciousness.

Once again, when I woke up, I was in the cell. Mercifully, I was alone. Every part of my body hurt, including parts that have never hurt before. I started sobbing. How did this happen? One minute, I was walking home from school, and the next, moment I was waking up in this cell. Would my friends be wondering where I was? Have the police started looking for me? How much time has passed? Millions of questions tumbled through my brain. I heard the door open again. This time, the man had someone with him. I thought she looked familiar, but it wasn't until she was right in front of me that I recognized her. It was one of my best friends! "Jenna, what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you and he grabbed me." she sobbed.

"Shut up and get into the cell." the man said, pushing her.

"Leave me alone!"

"In your dreams." he smirked, sauntering off. As soon as he was gone, Jenna and I started talking.

"How did you get here Bri?" Jenna asked me.

"I was walking home from school, and he grabbed me."

"What does be want?"

"Hopefully you don't have to find out." I said thickly, barely holding back the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes.

"Oh my God! He raped you, didn't he?" she exclaimed.

"Yes." I sobbed, leaning into her shoulder. Suddenly, the door opened again, and the rapist walked down the stairs. He was only wearing boxers.

"Your turn." he told Jenna. She shot me a look, her eyes wide with terror.

"Please don't!" she begged. He didn't listen. He followed the same procedure that he had used the night before on me. All I could do was watch. I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink in at least two days, and I was starting to feel very weak. When he was finished, he threw us both a piece of bread and a robe. Thankfully, the bread wasn't moldy this time. I slowly took a bite of mine. It tasted okay, but after not eating for a couple of days, it was like prime rib. Jenna wasn't eating.

"You need to eat." I told her.

"I know, but I can't force myself to eat right now."

"I know how you feel, but you need to eat to keep your strength up. If we are ever going to get out of here, we need to be at full strength."

"All right." she said, taking a bite of bread. I did the same. However, my body wasn't ready to receive food yet, and I ended throwing it back up. At least there was a bucket for me to use. Jenna held my hair back until I was finished.

"Thanks." I managed to croak out, my throat stinging from the bile.

"Any time." she replied, hugging me. We both settled into the back of the cell and started to come up with a plan.

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