Warning: NON-CONSENSUAL/VIOLENCE/ADULT THEMES/SWEARING/DRUG REFERENCE

AMITY'S POV

I don't sleep much, a couple of minutes here and there but nothing that really counts. I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling. I think about what I'd be doing if this hadn't have happened to me. I'd be lying in bed, worrying about starting college on Monday, I was going to study social care and child psychology, I wanted to be a councilor. I need to stop thinking that I'm going to die. Spencer is trying, and Jesus that boy is bright.

I think back to our conversation, my initial thought of him being sure of himself was slightly wrong, although when he said facts he was confident as anything, but his opinions and feelings on things he stumbled over his words and it was obvious he felt slightly awkward, but I also noticed his awkwardness was similar to mine. Although I am a lot more confident, I used to be a fairly socially awkward person, I had a difficult time discussing most things with pretty much anybody, and I get that feeling from Spencer. However, I felt like we could have continued talking for hours on end, in despite of that.

I was completely unaware of the time, I felt dizzy not knowing what time of day it is, how much time was passing, how long I'd been here. It all hurt my head. My stomach gives out ridiculously loud rumbles, it almost groans, needing to be fed. I wish I'd eaten that pizza dad had ordered, even though I hate pineapple. My heart spasmped with pain as I thought of my dad. I closed my eyes and started to play out the whole of the Hairspray movie in my head. It was the film I liked to watch when I was sad. It actually worked as a distraction technique.

An unknown amount of time later the door flung open and light, which was clearly only morning light, was thrown across the room. I squinted as the same man from yesterday flicked the lights on and locked the door.

"Morning" he said. I say nothing, closing my eyes, ignoring him. Remembering what Spencer said. "Hey, bitch, I said good morning."

I hear him walk closer to me, right until he's beside my bed. His fingers grab my hair and pull me until I sit up. I don't make a sound.

"Look at me" he growls in my ear before yanking my head back. I look at him. "You were meant to meet the rest of the team today, but they had other business to attend to, so I got you all to myself."

I don't say anything, my face doesn't change, my expression is completely blank. I can see his dark eyes grow even darker with anger. He opens mouth to say something and before he does I roll my eyes and sigh. His grip on my hair tightens but he doesn't say what he was going to before. He stands up, letting go of my hair only to roughly pull me up. He drags me over to the boxes in the corner and my heart races as I expect him to pull out the phone, but he maneuvers me around them, throwing me against the wall. It only takes me a minute to realise there's a basic shower attached to the wall, with a drain in the floor.

"Shower." He barks. I look at him, unable to stop myself reacting. He smirks at this, leaning behind the boxes and throwing me a towel before he sits on it. "Strip and shower, or I swear I'll make you wish I'd killed you along with your parents."

I didn't know what to do; I don't think this would be the right time to push him.

My fingers shake as I undo my clothes; I take off the top and bottoms but keep on my bra and pants.

"I'm not taking these off," I say, glad to see once again my voice doesn't portray my true fear.

"Who is giving the orders here?"

"Kill me then, I'm not taking these off"

I see him deliberate in his head. He shrugs and motions for me to turn the tap on. I do, my hands not as steady as my voice. The water is surprisingly warm. I feel his eyes on me as I step under the stream. I don't know what to do. I attempt to clean the blood off of my cheek, I can't see it but I know its still there. I clean my legs and arms, covered in dirt but I am unsure how. The man gets up and leaves suddenly, locking the door behind him. I quickly wash everywhere and turn the tap off. I wrap myself in the towel and dry myself off.

Its just as I begin to pull on my pyjamas that he returns.

"No, take them back off, you're wearing this." He throws a white dress, its long and made of lace. I pull back off my pyjamas and pull the dress over my head. He stares at me. He steps closer and I step back. He smirks, reaching out and grabbing me, I try to pull away but he's too strong and pulls me to him. I struggled against him but its no use.

"Let go of me"

"Kiss me"

"Are you fucking having a laugh?" I then begin to laugh, because it's truly the only thing from stopping me crying. He frowns, his breath speeding up as his grip on me tightens. He leans in and I lean back, shaking my head and laughing again.

"Stop laughing at me" he snaps. I stop laughing but keep a look of amusement on my face. I see his face physically twitch. He grabs my face and pushes his lips onto mine. I try and pull back but he holds me tighter and soon his tongue is trying to snake into my mouth.

I bite down on it. Hard.

He yelps and stands back, holding his tongue between his thumb and forefinger. When he pulls his fingers back and see's blood he looks angriest I've seen him so far. He punches me so hard my feet come off the ground and I'm unconscious before I hit the floor.

When I wake up I'm still on the floor. My head and jaw ache like hell.

"Finally," I hear with the voice say. He's still here. I look up and see him lying on the bed. "You've been out for hours, I've been out, done some errands and have still had time to lie here for over a hour. Its nearly bedtime."

He throws his legs over the side and stands himself up. He comes over to me, reaches down and picks me up by my hair.

"If you do that again, I will cut off every single one of your fingers, one by one, and then when I'm done with them, I'll start with your toes, then your ears. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

I nod. He leans in and kisses me. I let my mouth lie still, I distract myself, think of chores I left undone, films I'd seen recently, music and books that I need to listen to and see. I managed to block out his assault on my mouth. He pulled back and smiled at me.

"Well done, I'll bring you some food and then its bed time, you meet the rest of the gang tomorrow" He smiles at me before leaving out the door. I run over to where the shower is and spit down the drain. I turn the water on and rinse my mouth. I remember that I don't have a toothbrush and steady my nerves so I don't throw up.

I turn the shower off and go back to where I was standing before. The door swings open. He throws a brown paper bag in and turns off the lights.

"Eat it quickly and get to sleep, you wasted nearly eleven hours passed out on that floor, damn sissy."

I hear the floorboards creaking above me. I pick up the paper bag and open it up, sniffing it first. It doesn't smell bad, it actually smells pretty good. I take out the sandwich and open it up, again, smelling it. Turkey and mayonnaise and that seems to be it. I take a bite and put it back, I'll leave ten-minute gaps between each bite, to see if he's put something in it.

I reach into the bag and find a big bottle of water. My fingers feel around the top and I sigh with relief as I feel the seal hasn't been broken. Thank god. I open it up and take four long gulps of it. I screw the lid back on and lie down on the bed, bringing the food and water with me. The floorboards haven't creaked in a while but I still don't dare get the phone, not yet.

I take another bite of the sandwich, swig of a drink, and count to six hundred before repeating the task. I repeat this until the food is gone and then lie there, waiting just a while longer.

When I feel like I've waited long enough I sit up, grab the phone and send the same text I did yesterday. It rang almost instantly.

"Hi" I whisper. I hear him let out a sigh, it sounded relieved.

"How are you, have you seen more of them, have they done anything to you?" His voice is urgent.

"What question do you want me to answer first?"

"How are you?"

"They fed me, it wasn't poisoned."

"Have you seen any more?"

"No, the same guy as yesterday. He came in and" I swallowed. "Made me shower in front of him."

There was a long silence.

"Did anything else happen?"

"He made me kiss him, for the food. I refused at first but he punched me so hard that I was knocked out for I don't know how long, and I knew it wasn't time to challenge him like you said." My words were a ramble.

"Oh god, are you ok? What a stupid question, of course your not."

"Its ok, I kept my underwear on when I showered, and I just blocked out everything else. He says I'm meeting more people tomorrow"

There's more silence.

"I'm trying really hard," he whispers. He sounds younger than his years. I am momentarily shocked at what he says, like I don't know.

"I know Spencer, I promise I know." There's a silence. "He made me put on a dress, what does that mean?"

"What kind of dress?"

"It's a white lace one, its long. Kinda hippie wedding dress"

"Strange," he said, I can almost hear his brain working. "I have nothing."

"Me either" We sit in silence for another while. "What's the time?"

"Its 12:30PM"

"Ok."

"Amity," he takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry this happened to you"

"Yeah, me too"

"I'm going to save you." He says with a confidence, like its fact. "I will."

"I know you'll try your hardest."

"You don't sound so sure."

"No, I have every faith in you"

"Thanks," He takes a deep breath. "So, are you starting college this year."

I noted his question that referenced the future.

"I want to do child psychology and social care, I want to be a child councilor."

"Awesome, that's so cool." I find myself smiling. "How was living in England?"

"Erm, it was okay. I guess it was just normal to me, I didn't enjoy my high school, I was smart and had curves and boobs by the time I was thirteen and I had no spots but I wasn't into any popular stuff so I wasn't a popular girl. Bullied mercilessly."

"I was a child prodigy in a Las Vegas public school, I know what that's like."

"I developed an eating disorder, trying to get rid of the curves, look less like me, I wanted to just fade away, bad depression, I started drinking and smoking" as I said the word 'smoking' it occurred to me that I hadn't had a cigarette in days. God I could smoke a packet right now. Or a joint, I could smoke the hugest of joints.

"Have you got any more information?"

"Not really, Morgan went to see his father but he hasn't seen him years."

"Oh," I didn't know what else to say.

"Sorry,"

"Do not apologise, silly man"

He tells me to wait a second and I hear him shuffle about. I stop and think about the information I just shared; he now knew some of my deepest secrets.

"Hey, I have something for you." And a before I can say anything I hear the opening to 'This Charming Man' and I can't help but smile.

We continue to talk for hours, him occasionally stopping to play me a song. It felt like I was just at home, talking to my friend from school. It was surreal I gave myself props for keeping it together, but I'm a ticking time bomb. I'm going to snap soon.