First off, I'd like to thank you guys SO much for reviewing and understanding my situation. Your support is just.. awesome. I even got some NEW readers! And all of them are awesome as well. I can't wait to get along with this story so I can make you all proud..

It's funny because I already know exactly what the last chapter is gonna be. xD

This chapter is a little short, so forgive me. But I think it has a lot of juicy and fucked up details given it's size. And don't worry, there's still a LOT more to be told.

Enjoy. :)

Shit… it felt like I just got hit by a truck.. My head was bangin'.

My vision was blurry and my body was weak..

What happened..? Where was I..?

I blinked once. Twice. I was trying to make out what was in front of me, but everything looked out of place, and a bright light seemed to be shining right in my face. I let out a soft groan when a pain shot through my head. I needed an Asprin or something, cause my head was killing me.

It took me a little over five minutes to realize that I was staring up at a bright light on the ceiling. I raised a brow. Was I on the floor or something..?

My eyes went wide when I finally remembered what had happened. What happened with Scott and Maria..

"Oh shit..". I mumbled in surprise as I tried to sit up.

But my arms and legs wouldn't work. I tried to lift my body up a second time, but I wouldn't budge.

I couldn't move.

I looked left. Then right. Only to find that I was strapped to a table. The metal like restraints creaked a little every time I tried to struggle, but they didn't show any signs of breaking. I tried to pull again. No luck. A bead of sweat ran down my face. What the fuck was going on!

"Have a nice nap..?"

My blood began to boil when I recognized Scott's voice. I could hear him, but I couldn't see him. "Ay man! What the fuck is going on!", I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I watched in horror as he walked up from behind me with his hands behind his back. He turned and held an evil grin on his face. "I wouldn't try to break those restraints.. They're on you good and tight.", he said as he set something on a small table that sat next to mine… But I couldn't really see what it was.

"You better get this shit off of me before I-

"Before you …what?", he said cutting me off and turning his back towards me. It looked like he was fiddling with things on the table. "I don't think you're in the position to make threats, Riley.."

"Nigga, I'm serious!", I exclaimed getting more pissed than I already was. "If you don't let me go, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…. Hold up..", Did I hear what I thought I heard..? "What did you just call me..?"

He turned his head towards me slightly and grinned. "I called you Riley. That is your name, isn't it?"

My mouth dropped in shock. I couldn't believe it. I really believed this nigga thought I was Lamilton. But here he was… calling me by my real name.. I ain't know what to think.. My eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "You… You know..?"

He turned his back on me again and chuckled. "Of course. I've known from the very beginning.."

What..?

What did he just say?

I couldn't breathe..

I.. couldn't even think.

He… he knew.. ? This whole time..?

I swear I could hear my heart beating.. as if it were about to pop out of my chest. I've been here, dealing with these crazy ass kids, eating that piece of shit food, being chased all through these damn hallways, and getting knocked the fuck out more than once? …When the whole time, he KNEW I didn't belong here? He KNEW I wasn't crazy?

No… NO! This nigga had to be lying to me. He had to! Cause there was no way he knew who I really was the entire time. Why the hell would he go through so much trouble? Calling me Lamilton every damn second and making me swallow those fucked up pills.. What the hell did he have against me! I ain't do nothing to this nigga… yet here I am, strapped to a fucking table..

Why..?

Why am I here..?

And most importantly..

..what was he gonna do to me now?

He must've known that I'd be shocked when I found out he knew who I really was, because he was silent throughout my whole train of thought. Something told me that I should've been using that time to think of how I was supposed to get the hell out of this shit. But it was too late.

I watched in horror when he finally turned towards me. He had gloves on and held a scalpel in one of his hands. I knew for a fact that I ain't wanna know what he was gonna do with it, so I tried to stall as much as I could before he got a chance to use it.

"I-If you knew… then why the fuck am I here!", I hissed through clenched teeth as I balled up my fists. He was lucky he had me strapped down, 'cause if I wasn't, I knew I couldn't keep myself from beatin' his ass!

He walked towards me slowly and chuckled; scalpel still in hand. His eyes looked frantic. It was like they was moving back and forth.. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Why does a fisherman put a worm on his line, Riley?" he asked, now right by my side and looking me dead in my eyes.

"The fuck is THAT supposed to mean!", I hissed, causing some spit to fly out of my mouth and onto his face. Which would've been funny despite this fucked up situation..

Scott sighed and gently wiped his face. "I don't expect a child like you to understand.."

What the fuck was this nigga talking about? A worm on a line? What the hell did that have to do with this situation? Nothing, probably. Maybe he was just messing with me… He HAS been this entire time, anyway..

I suddenly tensed up when he put his hand on my forehead and pinned it against the table. He lifted up his scalpel and brought it into the light; examining it. Shit.. SHIT. What was he doing? Was he gonna cut my eyes out? My tongue? My stomach began to do flip flops as I thought about all of the possibilities. I mean, this nigga was obviously crazy.. There was no telling what someone like him could do with one small scalpel.. All the things he could.. cut.

"W-What the fuck are you gonna do to me?", I stuttered.

Scott was silent.

And it was then that I knew my time was up..

So.. I closed my eyes.. And waited for the pain..

"HE'S GONNA FIX YOU UP REALLY GOOD!", I heard a cheery voice say with a giggle.

I swallowed hard when I heard it. Who was that? Sounded like a five year old girl..

My eyes went wide when she finally came into view. She stood right next to Scott and held on to his leg, smiling like she just said the funniest shit anyone has ever heard.

"YOU… YOU FUCKING BITCH!", I yelled as loud as I could. I began to struggle hard against the metal straps because I wanted a piece of this bitch! It was then that I realized that the strap on one of my wrists gave way a little.. Just a little. I didn't make it noticeable, though. I had to take whatever I could get. Scott didn't seem to notice..

Maria jumped back a little at my outburst, but quickly regained her position next to Scott. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Daddy! He said a bad word!", she said as she tugged on his white lab coat a little.

I wanted to stomp this little bitch straight in the ground.. But I had to find a way to get off this fucking table..

Scott let go of my forehead and chuckled a little. He then walked over to Maria caressed her cheek. She smiled at the gesture. Damn… It made me want to fucking vomit! What the fuck is wrong with them! It was like a damn movie. A fucked up father… a fucked up daughter… and a fucked up insane asylum. A plot like that could probably make millions of dollars at the movies…

But.. this wasn't a movie. It was real. And I was in the center of it.

Part of me was glad that Maria came in when she did, though. Because I knew I was about to become some messed up science experiment in a matter of seconds. Since Scott was distracted by her, I decided that it was time to start pulling on my lose wrist strap, but what Scott did next, shocked the fuck out of me..

The sound echoed throughout the room.. And my eyes went wide at how hard she hit the wall. Maria held her face and looked up at Scott in fear. Her cheek was already starting to blister from the slap. My spit caught in my throat at the sight..

"WHAT did I tell you, young lady!", Scott bellowed. I jumped at the sudden rise in his voice. I never heard him yell before.. It was angry.. No.. scary. Like he could kill her at any second. It was like he was a totally different person..

Maria whimpered a little and propped herself against the wall. I had to turn my head as far as I could to see what was happening.

"I..I finished with him, Daddy! I promise!", she said in a high pitched voice..

"Oh really?", Scott asked while folding his arms. "..and did he have anything to say?

What were they talking about..?

Maria nodded and stood up slowly. Her knees were trembling. Probably afraid that he was gonna smack the holy hell out of her again.

She sniffed up some snot. "H-He said I was.. I was really tight.. a-and that I need to learn how to… how to… umm.."

Scott bucked towards her. "'Um' WHAT?"

She yelped and lowered her head quickly. "L-learn how to keep it in my mouth!"

Scott seemed angry by her words.

I wish I knew what the fuck was going on! What the hell did she mean by all that? I mean… I hope they didn't mean what I THOUGHT they meant.. Cause it sounded like some freaky shit to me.. And if it was.. Then.. That night I looked into Maria's room…. Could that be..?

FUCK!

I felt my stomach turn and I suddenly threw up in my mouth a little when I realized what could be going on..

Could.. Could Scott have forced Maria to.. to…

My thoughts were cut off when I noticed Scott balling up his fists.

"Maria."

Silence.

"Maria, look at me."

Trembling, she slowly lifted her head up. I could see that she started to cry a little.

Scott shook his head. "How do you expect them to keep working here if you can't even service them like they WANT you to!"

She sobbed. "Daddy, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't keep my workers here, now does it!", he yelled.

"N-n-n-n.."

"DOES IT!"

She sniffed. "NO!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was some fucked up shit right here! 'Workers quit because Scott couldn't pay them..', Chris' words popped into my mind. This was sick! HE was sick! Making his own daughter fuck grown ass men just so they can keep working at this fucking place! I ain't never seen any shit like this in my life! I couldn't handle it.. I just.. I just..

I nearly choked as I turned my head to throw up all over the floor. Was that why Chris didn't care about what happened to Maria that night? Because she knew what was going on the entire time? Why didn't she tell me?

As I spit out the last few remains of whatever it was that I held in my stomach, something I didn't think about before popped into my head. Something that should've been my first thought as soon as I woke up..

Shit.

Where was Chris?

I looked over towards Scott to see that he was still staring Maria down. But I ain't have time for whatever fucked up family issues they were going through, I had to know what they did with her. I had to..

"Scott! Where is she?", I yelled.

Why did I sound so.. afraid?

Scott turned towards me and adjusted his glasses. He seemed to have a confused look on his face. "Excuse me, Riley. Did you say something?"

I clenched up my fists the best I could. I was trembling. "Nigga, you HEARD me! Where's Chris?"

I heard him chuckle. And that made my fucking blood boil. I wanted to get off this table and find her as soon as possible so we could get the fuck out of here.. I couldn't leave without her.. I just couldn't.. B-because, you know, she knew the way out and all..

But before I could begin to thrash around and try my best to break free, Scott walked towards me and grabbed the back of the table I was on..

He smiled. "Riley... She's been here the entire time.."

I raised a brow. "What are you talking-"

But before I could finish my sentence, Scott pushed the back of my table, and to my surprise, it began to spin in a complete circle until it was facing the opposite way. I didn't know what was going on, or what he was trying to do, but as soon as my eyes caught the sight of something slumped on he ground, I just couldn't hold back my scream..

A body.. Right there on the floor. Her once white clothes were now a sickening shade of red. It was blood.. all over her.. She was just lying there on her side… It only took me a few seconds to see the huge gash on the side of her head.. Was that why everything got quiet before I passed out? Because he hit her with something? Something.. Sharp? As I tried to struggle against my restraints, I realized that she had some of her own. There were large rusted chains jetting out from the wall and attached to her wrists.. Like.. like she was some sort of… of puppet..

I tried to speak.. To call out her name. But I couldn't.. I just couldn't find my voice.. I just couldn't say anything because.. because..

Her eyes were half open..

…and she wasn't breathing.