Okay, checking over all the stories and got this one screwed up to so I fixed the mistakes and know exactly where I went wrong! Sorry guys!

I lay on the cold marble floor, and I wondered when was this ever going to end? I didn't belong here, I mean cross my heart to God, I've done a few bad things in my 13 years but I didn't deserve this, I tasted the blood in my mouth; he sewed my lips together because he was tired of my mouth. I didn't get this at all, these people were sick and twisted and I don't know; it began to seem like I couldn't cry anymore because I knew I was more than dead. I silently sobbed, somehow suicide was the only way out, so I began to look around, and look for something. Then the door was burst open and I silently prayed to God they were gonna let me go. Something flew off the door as it was being kicked in, something flashed in my eyes and I'm not sure what it was. I heard thumping and groaning and a little of growling and then it was up close, and I never opened my eyes and I mouthed the little prayer we learned in bible school as a child. I felt like I was being picked up, by a blizzard.

"Do not fret, everything will be okay" I felt a hand, touch my hair and it was cold and I squirmed but it didn't affect his grip or balance.

"Don't hurt me" I mumbled though the opening without moving my lips

"I won't" I trusted him; he was taking me away, away from them, who abducted me and did bad things to me.

"How long where you in there?" He asked, I could feel the stranger's eyes on me and I didn't like it.

"What month?" My speech had become incoherent because my lips were still sewn together.

"October" said and I put up four fingers, and he shook his head

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to find you" He said, it was very painful to talk because I thought it hurt even worse because the wire looked old and a little rusted.

"Where going?" I mumbled

"My house, I'm not sure if you have parents, but I have to get you cleaned up first" He said, and I looked around and noticed that we were finally down at his car.

"Down, easy; sore" I mumbled and he set me down like I was a feather in the passenger side. He even shut the door very light and then came around and I saw his face. His jaw line was very set and strong, his hair was black and his eyes were some type of light color. His hands sort of nervously gripped the steering wheel.

"Why so cold?" I asked him

"You're cold?" He asked

"No, you" I mumbled out, but it sounded pretty clear

"I can't understand you, I'm sorry" I knew he understood me because he looked shocked when I asked him that. I tried to get into a fetal position but it hurt below the belt.

"Would you like to lie down in the back?" He asked and I shook my head no, and I felt asleep in the car. I wondered why I put so much trust in this guy. For all I know, he could be a rapist, or serial killer and I trusted him. I felt cold fingers on my arm and the freezing gasp of air brush against me and I wore shreds. He leaned in and picked me up and draped his jacket over me.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked

"You're wearing less clothes than I am" He said and kept walking. His house was absolutely beautiful. It was big, like a mini mansion if you will, and he held me in his arms and stuck the key in the door.

"I have a roommate, to let you know if you hear things" he said and the house looked even bigger on the inside. There were two staircases on either side that led upstairs in a curved way.

"House pretty" I'm bleeding, I taste the blood and feel it running down my chin, and I saw his Adam's apple bulge.

"Sorry" I mumbled as he carried me up the stairs and down the hall.

"It's okay" He acted as if he struggled with the blood. He opened a door in a long hallway and the room was dark itself. It was a deep, rich green, everything and cherry oak wood matching dressers.

"Thank you, by the way" He said, and he remained silent until he reached the room. You can take a shower, but I will ask if I may to look over you" He said, and I blushed a little

"PhD" I said and he laughed.

"I will be back, I will go get something to take off the" He left; he didn't know what to call them. I sat and I was afraid to look at myself. Those four months I never looked at myself in the mirror and even if I was I was ashamed. I wondered why he'd have this big of a house and he looked older than I, 16, maybe 17 but when all of this hadn't happened to me, people would often guess I was that age. He came back with some type of wire cutters, and a first aid kit (bigger than normal, so a doctor would have this) and a frame. He sat down and I noticed his cheeks were rosy, and he handed me the PhD. I hmphed and made a small attempt to smile and he smiled. He started cleaning the outside holes first; taking good care of them and them he began to pick up the wire cutters.

"Squeeze if it hurts" He said and I went to grab for his hand and he put it right above his knee, I blushed and then tried so just shake it off. He looked at me, and then he held my chin.

"Keep absolutely still" He said and I felt the cutters grip the wire and he squeezed hard and I flinched, because of the pain.

"Sorry" He said and pressed a tissue to my bleeding lip. I held on tightly to his leg, a little cold, and he went on to the next one. It was about six or seven lines and it didn't go fast, and I hoped for it to be better. He cut all of them so my lips would part and when he cut the last wire I gasped.

"The next part is going to hurt even more, just keep holding on okay?" He said

"Kay" I was scared to move my lips, he gripped one, then paused. Then proceeded, and my grip tightened and he pulled it out and I squeezed my hardest.

"I'm sorry" He said and then he had to repeat it, again and again, and I was in tears on the tenth one. He sped his pace up, until he finished, and after he finished he hugged me tightly. I tried to hold the gauze up to my lips, and hug him with the other. When he let go, he looked angry, a cloud of revenge was running over his head. He cleaned my lips and applied gauze to it on the outsides with medical tape.

"I'll have a different set of clothes with you by the time you get out" He said and stood, collecting his things and leaving shutting the door behind him. I think they're dead, the men who took me, I think. I'm glad, I'm happy they're dead; they deserve it.