I awoke ... All I could see was darkness. I was still in the trunk of his van .. Lemme explain.

Hi, i'm buttercup. I am 18 I have 2 sisters I live in Alabama.

I just got over a terrible break up with my once amazing boyfriend butch. I feel like I'm forgetting something... Oh yeah! It all started this morning... Butch and I where text fighting. He told me I hadn't seen the last of him, that he would find me, that his name would be carved into my skin. Creepy right? Yeah. I shut off my phone, I was sick of fighting I slumped down on the couch. I heard footsteps.. Which would have been normal but.. I live alone. I slowly with caution walked around the corner of my living room.

I remember a figure in all black.. About "5"8" rised above me, he grabbed me and ran with me out of the door.. I was quickly thrown into a black van. He shut the trunk with me inside of it. And that's how my morning started. * back to present time*

"Dude, is she still alive?" I heard one voice say. I kept my eyes shut, afraid of what I might see if I opened them.

"I hope so, I can't wait to torture her." I recognized that voice .. With the slightest anger boiling inside of me. I opened my eyes..

And what I saw didn't suprise me.

I was strapped to a table on my back against a wall. I was in a garage...

And then I saw them.

Butch. And brick his friend.

Butch had an evil grin on his bruised pale face. His black hair swooped to the side. He wore a gray tank top. And jeans with holes in the knees. He slowly walked up to me... Brick following close behind.

"Buttercup." He smirked. "What a pleasant suprise"

I said nothing...

Without warning my green tank top was grabbed as he forced me into a terrible make out session... This went on for 9 seconds my attempts to break free where pointless.

He pulled away, smiling evily. With pride he looked at my shorts, they were jean Abercrombie shorts. He licked his lips. But he restrained himself. "Brick get out of here give us privacy, but first, get my knife.." Butch laughed. Not taking his eyes off of me.

Brick handed butch the large carving knife.. I let a tear fall from my left eye.

Butch I strapped me from the table and let me helplessly fall to the concrete grounds of the garage.

Butch knelt down to my level. "Hey buttercup..remember what I said to you.." Butch smiled a wicked smile. I could barley speak but I managed.. "That you would carve your name in my skin.." I weakly said. I let another tear fall from both my eyes. After a long pause he finally said. "Mmm yes that's right!" He cooed "and that's what I plan to do." He roared loudly.

He ripped of my green tank top effortlessly.

My back was exposed. I sobbed loudly now, not afriad for butch to hear me.

I closed my eyes.. I don't remember sights I remember what I felt...

He let out a long sigh.

I passed out.. I don't know if it was from being scared... Or anxiety..

I awoke... The terrible pain coming from my stomach made me afraid to look... I was still laying shirtless on the ground, butch was no where to be found. I sobbed loudly as I was on my stomach blood still dripping down... Butch had carved the words "butch." And then a little lower I saw.. "You are my property." I continued to sob loudly .. I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep this was my new life and I was going to have to except it.