(2 years later)

We'd moved to a knew location after Melissa had left, just in case she didn't go along with the plan.

I was suffering from a mild case of amnesia, which was caused by the forced sexual activity and severe beatings. I'd gradually forget about my past, only remembering my time spent here.

I feared the day when I'd wake up and not remember Melissa.

She was on my mind every second of every day.

I wondered what she was doing right now and how school was going. Does she have a new boyfriend? Does she still love me? Does she even remember me?

I guess she didn't. Who would want to?

I was a lot skinnier now, loosing over one hundred and fifty pounds during my stay here. My body was bruised and battered, my neck burnt all around. I was pale, having not seen sunlight in two years.

I'd almost forgotten what it was like…almost.

I brought myself back to reality when I felt Eddie's weight pull off of me.

I lay there, completely exposed.

He stood over me, zipping his pants. He threw an outfit at me-one of the two that I owned.

I began putting the clothes on, sliding the shirt down my sweaty torso.

He put me back into the closet in the corner of the room. Eddie walked out the door, soon coming back with a cheese sandwich and a half-filled glass of water. He handed it to me. "Here's your meal for the week. Eat it wisely."

"Thank you, master." I set the sandwich onto the floor, saving it for another day, while I took a small sip of water, then set it next to the sandwich.

I sighed, looking around the small, dark closet I was locked in. In order to fit, my knees were pressed against my chest.

But it was a lot roomier than the dog cage Eddie would sometimes lock me into.

The men loved to find new and cruel ways to torture me.

One time, Eddie had cut my back with a knife, writing 'You're my b**** now' onto it. He'd poured alcohol onto it, then burned it with a cigarette, scarring me for life.

They'd thrown me into a syringe pit, which was where they'd throw their used syringes away after injecting drugs, attempting to hide any evidence if the police were to ever show up.

I could still remember it like it happened yesterday.

As a matter of fact, it did.

*FLASHBACK*

"Fill it up, b****." Eddie handed me a shovel.

"Yes, master."

Eddie took a seat next to the other men, taking a sip of his lemonade, watching me.

I was about to stick the shovel into the ground when a rock was thrown at my leg. I winced.

I'd had to collect rocks from another room earlier.

The floors in this place were dirt and rocks, so I'd never have to see sunlight again.

More rocks came when I tried again to dig.

After a moment, a large rock hit my back, causing me to drop the shovel into the syringe pit.

Eddie stood angrily, coming toward me.

"I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry."

The man splashed his lemonade into my eyes, then furiously shoved me backwards.

I fell into the pit, the needles stabbing all over my body. "Ahhhhh!"

*END FLASHBACK*

I shivered as I remembered having to pull each and every needle from my body.