Thanks for the reviews! I know what you've been thinking; poor Tori. And that thought will continue for a while now. I wrote this story because I had the idea of Tori getting abducted and such, but really, as I was writing, I realized that I thought it would be a good story to bring awareness to these kinds of situations. It happens all the time. Girls are kidnapped and tortured in the worst ways possible. Have you guys heard of the Elizabeth Smart case? If you haven't, you should look it up! There was a movie based on the story and there are some situations in this story that are similar to that case. So I tried to make it as realistic as possible, as far as how Tori is reacting to everything.
I hope you actually took the time to read all that, because it explains everything, but if you didn't, well…then I guess you'll figure it out on your own!
Don't forget to review! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own "Superman" by Taylor Swift.
Tori's POV
The next six months were without a doubt the worst six months anyone could ever possibly imagine. I was treated like a slave the majority of the time and I was raped every single night; it felt like I was in an abusive relationship just without the romance. Every single day was solid torture, mentally and physically. It was the same routine every day, so most days ran together. I still had no clue why he took me. I was basically like a prisoner.
I got to eat almost every day and when I say eat, I don't mean eating three good, healthy meals a day; I mean something small once a day, if that. If the man was in a bad mood, I got nothing. One time, I went three days without eating. If I really did something bad, he strapped me to the bed for a minimum of twenty-four hours. On some occasions while strapped to the bed, he would beat me. He beat me daily whether I was strapped to the bed or not, but this way I couldn't fight back. I tried not to cry at night, but it was no use. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I missed my mom, my dad, Trina, all of my relatives, and all my friends. I always cried harder when I thought of Andre. On the nights that I was extra lonely, I wished that he could have been there holding me safely in his arms. One night, after being with the man for about two months, when I was feeling extremely lonely, I wrote a song about Andre titled "Superman." It was the first song I'd ever written completely on my own.
Tall, dark, and superman
He puts papers in his briefcase and drives away
To save the world or go to work
It's the same thing to me
He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition
I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him
I hang on every word you say, yeah
You'll smile and say "How are you?"
And I'll say "Just fine,"
I always forget to tell you I love you, I'll love you forever
I watched superman fly away
You've got a busy day today
Go save the world
I'll be around
And I watched superman fly away
Come back, I'll be with you someday
I'll be right here on the ground
When you come back down
Tall, dark, and beautiful
He's complicated, he's irrational
But I hope someday he'll take me away and save the day
Yeah-yeah
Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying he's not all bad
Like his reputation and I can't hear one single word they say
And you'll leave, got places to be
And I'll be okay
I always forget to tell you I love you
I loved you from the very first day
I watched superman fly away
You've got a busy day today
Go save the world
I'll be around
And I watched superman fly away
Come back, I'll be with you someday
I'll be right here on the ground
When you come back down
And I watch you fly around the world
And I hope you don't save some other girl
Don't forget, don't forget about me
I'm far away, but I'll never let you go
I'm love struck and looking out the window
Don't forget, don't forget where I'll be
Right here wishing the flowers were from you
Wishing the card was from you, wishing the call was from you
Cause I've loved you from the very first day
I watched superman fly away
You've got a busy day today
Go save the world
I'll be around
Forever and ever
And I watched superman fly away
I swear, I'll be with you someday
I'll be right here on the ground
When you come back down
When you come back down
The line that got to me the most was, "And I hope you don't save some other girl." I really hoped that he didn't forget about me and find someone else. Some days, I wanted to be found just so I could be with him.
The man let me shower once a week. My hair was so dirty and greasy after that week and I always shampooed my hair at least three times. The only problem was that I had a time limit for my showers: I couldn't have the water running for more than five minutes. If the water was still running after the five minutes, he'd come in the bathroom and turn the water off his self. Then he'd rape me right there in the bathroom. I finally got to where I kept better track of time.
As for my clothes, they got washed once a week. I always wore those jeans, red t-shirt, and tennis shoes. While my clothes would be washing, he'd make me sit in the living room with nothing on but my bra and underwear while he stared at me. It was just another way to torture me.
I knew people were looking for me. A week after I was first taken, while the man and I were just sitting in the living room, I heard people yelling outside. I quickly got up and looked out the window. I saw people in orange vests and it sounded like they were yelling out my name. I gritted my teeth and looked at the man. "They're looking for me." I said as strongly as possible, but my voice shook and I had tears in my eyes.
He looked up and glared at me. "Let them look. It's not like they'll find you."
I crossed my arms. "Unless I go out there and expose myself." I had random moments where my courage was way up, but I always regretted being that courageous after my "punishment."
At that, he ran up to me and grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. He took me in the bedroom I slept in and tossed me on the bed; my head hit the headboard with a clunk. My head spun as he strapped my wrists and ankles to the bed. He spent the next fifteen minutes beating me.
I asked myself daily, is this really what my life has come to?