Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy, the amazing Richelle Mead does.

I was kept in that room, with minimal food, and one bathroom break a day, for several weeks. I don't really know how many weeks it was. I know it was more than 3.

There was a nice lady who would look at me with sorrowful brown eyes every time she came in to feed me. She would always try to sneak me something good, like fresh cheese, or soft bread. Once, she even brought me a bowl of hot stew.

That was the last time I saw her. Someone found out she was nice to me.

I didn't know what happened to her then. I still don't know, but I can guess. I'm glad I don't know, because knowing would be worse. This way, I have delude myself into thinking she escaped.

After the several weeks, a man came to me. I don't remember his face. It's all a blur, that night.

He said he came to break me in. What I didn't know was how broken I would truly be afterward.

He told me to lay down on the mattress.

He told me to take off my clothes.

He told me it wouldn't hurt if I was good, as he took off his clothes.

He told me he wouldn't hurt me if I relaxed.

He lied.