Chills ran up and down Lizzie's spine. The top of her head was covered in blood and her blonde hair dyed red. She slowly sat up, pushing off the cold tile, only to discover she was naked. I must be dreaming, she thought starting to stand. The only cover up available was a small blanket. It was better then nothing, so she grabbed it and wrapped it around her self. She walked around the room, barefoot. The room was tiny, with cold tile floors and found a lone mirror. The pale face in the mirror did not seem like the Lizzie she knew and loved. Suddenly, a guy walked in drinking a beer.

"Hey lil mommy. You ready for another go?" he asked, stepping closer to her. He began to touch her hair, smelling it. She pulled away.

"Who are you and ready for another what?" the guy laughed and put his beer bottle now.

"Ready for another go with this!" he yelled zipping down his pants, revealing himself. Lizzie stared in disgust and the guy took off his pants and started towards her. There was nowhere to go, but the corner. Lizzie crouched down, body shaking. Soon, he his penis was wiggling right in front of her face.

"You be a good little bitch and suck it!" he demanded, rubbing it a bit. Lizzie swatted at it with her hand.

"Ew no way!" she cried. The guy grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth open.slipping his thing into her mouth.

After half an hour of that, the guy slapped Lizzie in the head and walked away. Night began to fall upon the house. Lizzie crawled into the corner with the small blanket and began to cry. She didn't know where she was and what was going on. Some familiar, yet private noises came from the net room. For a moment, she suspected it was another young teen girl like herself, being forced to do things she didn't want. But she could hear, it was for pleasure. Just then, a different man burst in the door.

"Well, well, well, little Elizabeth McGuire," he said, pacing the room. She looked at him, lip trembling. Her head moved forward and backward very slowly. The guy laughed and bent down next to her.

"Mmm, your hair smells pretty. What do you use in it?" he asked, holing strands of hair in his hand. Lizzie didn't answer. The guy laughed out and kicked her in the side as he stood.

"You're quite. Too quite. I hate that. But don't worry, we'll have you talking in no time," he said walking out. Lizzie let out a whimper and rolled over, and cried herself to sleep.