I just want to take the time to say I'm sorry for taking a long time to update. Things have just been super busy over on my end, school, work, and family, just a lot of stuff. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review.

On another note I would like to thank Karleen3863 for providing the presale code. She will never know how grateful I am. I managed to snag 4th row seats…so this is my thank-you to Karleen. This chapter is dedicated to you. The only thing is…I don't have proof that she reads this…but the dedication is still here for her. On with the story.

Jordan's POV

I was in deep sleep, and I had a very scary dream. I dreamt that I got caught by the cops for doing kidnapping and abusing Miley. Normally this wouldn't have bothered me, but in my dream I realized how much I was hurting Miley. It was like I had a wake up call as to all of the pain I've been putting Miley through. During the dream, the cops immediately rushed to me and handcuffed me. I saw paramedics trying to help Miley. I knew I had hurt her, but when they undid her arms and ankles, she didn't move. I got really scared. Then they removed the tape from her eyes, and that's what scared me the most. First of all, they were all bruised and swollen, second of all, she was too weak to keep them open, and third of all, when she did open them, they looked like they had no life in them. The look she gave me wasn't a look of hate or anger; instead, she gave me a look of forgiving and understanding. Her eyes were colorless, unfocused, and worst of all lifeless, but yet the look she gave me sent chills through my body. Shouldn't she hate me, shouldn't she want revenge on me, what was wrong with her? Let me tell you, it's the worst feeling knowing the person that you've hurt the most isn't even mad at you. I can't begin to explain it to you, but it caused me to wake up in a cold sweat.

When I opened my eyes I took in my surrounding…it took me a few minutes to realize that the cops were in fact not here, and that Miley was in fact still sleeping on the blanket I put her on last night. I breathed a sigh of relief realizing that it was just a dream. I'm not gonna lie…that dream really got to me. I decided I would give Miley a break for a little while. I'm nowhere near done with her yet, but I figure I could give her a few days rest. I went over to her and I saw her small frame under that blanket. Her eyes were still blindfolded, and I assumed she was asleep. I just stared at her for a while, her whole face was bruised, and I'm guessing so was the rest of her body. I went back to my bed and decided I have nothing better to do than sleep. I laid back, and closed my eyes and waited to drift off. Finally the darkness found me.

Miley's POV

I woke up and my entire body was in pain. I could barely open my eyes, not that it would matter, I was still blindfolded. I tried to roll over, but it caused me way too much pain. I was so tired, and weak, and there was nothing I could do about it. I can honestly tell you, I'm hoping he decides to kill me soon, because I really don't know how much more I can take. I already passed my limit of pain, so I hope it happens soon. I've basically given up any hope of being found or rescued. If they were coming, they would have come by now. It was a depressing thought to know that I would never see my friends and second family ever again. But knowing that I would see my parents again would ease the pain. I was kind of sad about Jackson. He probably doesn't even know that I'm gone. Who's going to tell him that I'm dead? Will he even care? I feel bad leaving Jackson by himself, but I guess maybe he wanted to be by himself anyways, that's probably why he left me. Well, hopefully he can carry out the Stewart name. I hadn't noticed it, but I had tears rolling down my face that made it under the blindfold. It hurt my heart to realize that the end of my life is coming soon, but at least I have accepted it.

I've decided that I'm going to start controlling the situation, well the best I can anyways. I'm tired of Jordan deciding my future, and I'm taking the only thing I can, and it's going to be my life. I know he's not done with me yet, and it scares me to know the pain that will be in my future. I realize that he hasn't been feeding me much, or giving me anything to drink. Maybe I can starve myself and dehydrate myself enough that I can control my own death and he can't. I just want one ounce of my life back, and if that means committing my own death, then so be it. I honestly didn't know if I could say no to the water that he would offer, because I'm already so thirsty, but food shouldn't be a problem. I've barely eaten in the last few days not to mention the last few weeks, so I should be able to pull that off.

All these thoughts were definitely scaring me, but I realized that this was the way things had to be. The sooner I die, the sooner I'm pain free and happy.

Nick's POV

Well, it's going on the sixth day that Miley's been missing, and it's safe to say I'm pretty much depressed. Not only is it tough losing a close friend, its way worse when it's someone you're in love with. I'm beginning to lose hope; the detectives and cops are doing everything they can to find her. They scanned his accounts and he hasn't made any purchases with his credit card. He hasn't returned to his house, and no one has seen his car. Who knows where they could be, maybe he took her out of state, maybe she's dead already, and it just hurts more than anything not knowing. The detectives have assured us that they are nowhere near done looking for them, but who knows if that's the truth, or if they're just trying to make us feel better. My mom has been letting me skip school, that's how depressed I've been. I know everyone is struggling with this, but I can't help it. It just hurts so much.

Joe's POV

Man, I'm really worried about Nick. He's completely broken about this whole ordeal. Of course we all are upset and worried for Miley, but we are scared that Nick might do something to himself. He doesn't come out of his room. We basically have to shove food down his throat to feed him. And we also have to give him his insulin shots because he won't do it. He's a mess. It's so hard to see everyone so hurt, especially my brother. Everyone seems to be losing faith in finding Miley, but I believe we will find her. I refuse to give up hope. I'm trying to be positive for everyone, but it just seems to upset people more. And as the one-week mark is coming closer and closer, I realize things are going to be harder and harder. I decided to go check on Nick.

I walked up to his room and knocked on his door. After a few seconds and no answer, I opened the door quietly. I saw Nick on his bed, snuggled under the blankets, just his curly hair popping out. The room was dark and it had a musty smell to it. I went over to Nick's window, and pushed the curtains open. Sunlight flooded through the room. Then I opened the window to get some fresh air in, and take out the smell. Next I went over to my brother's sleeping body.

"Nick, wake up man" I said quietly and softly shaking him.

"Go away" I heard him mumble under the blankets.

"Come on bro, you gotta get outta bed" I urged

"What's the point" he groaned.

That's it. I ripped the blankets off his body.

"Hey!!" Nick yelled.

"What's the point Nick? What's the point? I understand you're suffering Nick, we all are, but the point is to be there for Miley. They will find her Nick. They will. I know they will. Instead of laying in bed all day, get up and do something to help. Have faith, pray, be there with the rest of us. Don't do this to yourself. Miley will be found ok? And she wouldn't want you being all depressed like this. If something does happen to Miley, I will refuse to stand by and watch you throw your life away. Now get up, you need a shower" I half yelled.

Nick just stared at me in shock. No one had the confidence to tell him the cold hard truth, and I just did it.

"It's not that easy for me Joe, I miss her, she's my best friend, and I love her. All that runs through my mind is Jordan hurting her and I can't take it, I can't " he said quietly.

"I understand Nick, I really do, but you can't be like this, and I won't let you. You'll get too far in, and nobody will be able to get you back out". I said softly.

He just nodded his head in understanding.

"Come on, get in the shower, you stink man" I said ruffling his curls

He cracked a small smile and went into his bathroom.

Nick's POV

I'm not sure how I feel about my talk with Joe. He really opened my eyes to the way I was being, but I still don't know how to cope with the constant pain I feel for Miley. I got in the shower, and cleaned myself up a bit, Joe was right, I do stink.

Jordan's POV

I woke up from my nap, and I stretched and looked around. I saw Miley laying in the same position I had her in before. I walked over to her.

"Miley, you awake?" I asked

"Yeah" she said softly.

I looked at her closely and I realized how dirty she was. She had dried blood, and dirt from the floor all over her. I grabbed an old bucket and went outside to the side of the building. I turned on the faucet that was coming from the wall of the garage. I filled the bucket up with the ice-cold water and walked back in to the garage. I then grabbed and white undershirt from my stuff, and soaked it in water. I didn't have any soap, but I figured this would be good enough. I decided to leave the duct tape around her eyes, because it would hurt a lot to take off, and I didn't really want to rewrap it. I pulled her body over to me and I began to scrub at her body. I could hear her groaning as I scrubbed at the dry blood on her body. I'm sure it hurt quite a lot, but this needed to be done. She remained pretty quiet while I was cleaning her up. I noticed her shivering a bit. I wasn't sure if it was from the cold water, or if it was pain that was causing it.

"Sorry the water is so cold, it's hose water" I stated

She didn't make a sound, and I decided not to push it. I continued scrubbing at her body; the white t-shirt was slowly becoming a reddish-pink color. I finished her body, and all I had left to do was her face. I was surprised at how quiet she was being, just the occasional groan or whimper here and there. I started on her face, and I was actually trying to be careful because I'm sure that was the most sensitive place, and it probably hurt more than the rest of her body. I started scrubbing at her cheeks, and as close to the duct tape as I could. I stopped for a second and saw tears slipping under the duct tape, yet she made not a single sound. I felt bad; I really wasn't trying to hurt her.

"I'm sorry about this Miley, I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm just trying to clean you up a bit" I said softly to her

Once again I got no response, but I wasn't really expecting one.

I continued on her face, until I was happy with the cleaning job I did. I could see the bruises more clearly now, and they were definitely mean looking. No wonder she was crying. I helped her sit up, and she gasped in pain and reached for her left side, with her still tied up hands. It was then that I noticed her wrist. I had cut the cast off when I was hanging her by her arms the other day. Now I saw that the rope was cutting into her arm. Her wrist was so swollen that the rope was cutting off circulation to her hand. I quickly cut the rope off of her wrists hoping to cause her some relief. I gently massaged her right one, and then reached for the left one, as soon as I touched it, she involuntarily jumped. I decided to leave it alone if it hurt her that much. I propped her up against the wall on top of the blanket she had been sleeping on. I went and made her a peanut butter sandwich, and I poured her a bigger glass of water than what I gave her before. I brought it over to her.

"Hey Miles, open your mouth" I told her gently

She did as she was told, and I saw her struggling to open her mouth, as a look of pain flashed across her face. I broke off part of the sandwich and put it into her mouth. She closed her mouth for a second and then opened it again and slowly let it fall out of her mouth. I was confused, she must be hungry I thought. I picked a new piece, and put it back in her mouth, she did the same thing, letting it drop out of her mouth. I decided to try the water. I brought the cup to her mouth and poured some in. She let it sit there for a second, and then let it drool out of her mouth, and all over her chin and chest.

"What the heck is going on with you Miles?" I asked myself more than her.

I once again received no answer. I was getting a little annoyed that she kept ignoring me. But I kept my cool, remembering the promise I made to myself this morning. I tried that water again, but once again she let it dribble out of her mouth. Hmm…this was definitely confusing me.

I decided that I would do something for my own pleasure now. I unzipped my pants, I saw her visibly stiffen, however she stayed still.

"Open your mouth again Miley" I ordered.

She hesitated, but she did it. Her mouth wasn't really open big enough for me to enter myself.

"Wider Miley" I commanded.

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I saw her try to do as I was asking, but she just couldn't seem to get it open any further. I gently put my fingers inside her mouth and pulled, trying to get her mouth to open. I heard her make a sound of pain, but other than that, she did nothing else. I slowly guided myself into her mouth and pulled my fingers out. I continued pushing in until I heard her start to gag. I then wrapped my fingers in her hair, and basically impaled myself into her throat. I looked down at Miley's face to make sure she was breathing, and she was. I could see more tears leaking down her face, and I couldn't help but feel bad. However, I needed to finish what I started.

I started bobbing her head up and down my shaft, getting myself to go as deep as I could into her. Not going to lie, it felt wonderful. It was finally time for me to release myself, so I pulled her a little closer, and emptied myself into her stomach. I really hoped she wouldn't throw up this time; that was sick to clean up. I removed myself from her mouth, and her body just collapsed against the ground, as she was breathing heavily. I decided to leave her alone for a while. I turned on some music, and pulled out my blackberry. I surfed the web for the time being, I was really getting sick of sleeping all the time. Every once in a while I would look over at Miley to see what she was doing, but she was just laying there silently, and not moving.

Miley's POV

I can tell my actions are confusing Jordan. But in all honesty, I gave up. He can do what he wants to me. And I'm trying so hard to not give him the satisfaction that he's hurting me. However, it's very hard for me to control my tears when the pain gets intense. When he was cleaning my body, it was so painful; it hurt so bad that I didn't know how I could make it through. And by the way…having him in my mouth was just as gross as the first time, the only difference being I didn't throw up. I had only woken up about 2 hours ago and I'm already exhausted. My body hurts, my head hurts, and my heart hurts. I'm just ready for this to all be over. At least my arms are free now.

Somewhere in my thoughts I ended up falling asleep, which is never a bad thing. It was strange, I had dreams about my own death, and it surprisingly didn't affect me until the end of the dream. Just as I was about to take my last breath, Nick's face popped into my mind. Seeing his face made me want to try and live, but I knew it was going to be too late, I was too close to death. I went from wanting to die, to wanting to live…to be with Nick. I ended up screaming for Nick as the darkness of death finally got to me. I woke up screaming and sweating bullets. I was shaking and had tears running down my face. I heard Jordan get up and walk over to me. He came down to my level and was trying to calm me. I stopped screaming but I was still crying, sweating, and shaking. I was trying my hardest to simmer down, but that dream really spooked me. I never would have imagined that never seeing Nick again would get to me that much.

Jordan's POV

I looked over at Miley and figured she was asleep. She was mumbling a bunch of nonsense, and that's when I heard it.

"Nick!' she screamed out.

Hmm…well that was a low blow. I will definitely admit that he irks me. I hate that kid, and hearing Miley dream about him bugged me to no end. She kept screaming his name, and begging to not die…not yet. I could tell she woke up when she stopped screaming but continued with the crying. I decided to no get mad about it today, however, tomorrow I'll have no problem with getting mad about it.

I went over her and tried to relax her, mainly cause I was sick of hearing her whimpers and cries. I grabbed her in a hug and stroked her back and hair. It was literally killing me on the inside to be so nice to her. But I had decided this morning that I was going to give her a day of pity. Eventually she calmed down, and her breathing evened out, and I realized that she fell asleep again.

The fact that she loves Nick and not me, is a horrible feeling. It's like Lois Lane liking Lex Luther, Superman's nemesis, just like Nick is my nemesis. I had some things planned for tomorrow that would definitely make me feel better.

While Miley was sleeping, I went over and grabbed the camera and looked at the footage so far. I must say…I like what I see!

Miley's POV

I woke up the next day; well I assume it's the next day. I honestly have no idea what day it is, or how long I've been here. Jordan came over to me, and shook me lightly. I sat up, proving that I was awake. He actually helped me sit up when I got stuck halfway up. How ridiculous, I need help just sitting up. He once again tried to give me food but I just let it fall out of my mouth. He tried the water, and I actually swallowed a little bit because my throat was so dry. But when he tried to give me a second sip, I spit that out too. Well, I guess that pissed him off because it earned me a nice slap to the face.

"You know Miley" he said "I heard something interesting yesterday"

I just continued sitting there.

"I heard someone yelling out Nick's name…Hmm…well since I haven't gone anywhere, and it wasn't me because I hate Nick, I guess that means it came from you" he explained.

"Hearing that you love Nick hurts me Miley. You should love me. You should have dreams about me, NOT Nick Jonas!" his voice got louder.

I knew I was in deep shit now.