A/N: It's been a year since. How time flies. This chapter is physically painful to write, so it took much longer than expected. I had to rewrite it over half a dozen times.

Disclaimer: This is NOT to bash any religion, beliefs or otherwise. Trigger warning from this chapter onwards.

The police car stops at a tall flaking metal gate with a huge cross at the top. A huge dark grey building stands behind the white gate. Although there is lush grass and shady trees surrounding the structure, there are fences with barbed wires lining the perimeter, making the entire compound seem restrictive and unwelcome.

I chew on my lower lips as the white gate unlocks and slowly opens to let the police car through, almost anticipating a lava pit to open up from the ground and swallow the vehicle whole. But that doesn't happen, and I am escorted out by my father into the building, with two other officers trailing behind.

We stop at a small wooden desk where a bespectacled woman sits. She frowns as she sees us approach, and the corner of her mouth turns upwards into a sneer as she sees me. "Tori Vega. You again."

She turns to my father. "I'm glad you found her. She is definitely getting bolder and her escape attempts are getting more and more drastic. It seems that she definitely need more treatment."

He nods. "Yes, I think so. We found her with the devil that led her astray. She is definitely getting worse, and I'm worried about her. Is there anything else we can do, Anita?"

"I'll talk to Sister Greta about this. We can run a more rigorous schedule just for her, but we'll need you to sign off on some documents for this. I can send them to you when they are ready."

My father shakes his head. "No need. I'll sign right here on a piece of blank paper. Just make sure she gets better this time, because I'm sick of having to track her down again and again. I give you the permission to use whatever methods you think are necessary to keep her in line. Frankly, I'm a bit disappointed that you do not use any physicals here. You're spoiling her."

"She is not a boy, Mr Vega. We just have to make sure she doesn't run away again, to spare you and your wife any more heartaches."

I suppress a whimper bubbling out of my throat as two other women appear in the hall. They grab me by my arms on either side, and frog march me into the facility. We enter a section which seems like some sort of a dorm, before the women stop at one of the closed wooden doors, unlocking it and pushing me in.

The small room I am now in feels very familiar. I glance at the white walls surrounding me, before my eyes settle on a sign with "Tori Vega" written on one of the chest next to a bed at the far corner of the room. One of the woman half drags me over to the bed before leaving and locking the door behind her.

I sit down on the bed and scan my surroundings, counting nine other empty beds in the room. Deciding to lie down, I turn to my side to face the blank wall, carefully turning off the tiny cam clipped onto my shirt. Jade's shirt.

Looking around for a place to hide the cams, I spot a surveillance cam perched on the ceiling at the other end of the room. I make a mental note to avoid that, before turning around to face the wall once again.

That's when I notice a tiny hole in the wall slightly below the height of the bed, just large enough to stick two fingers in. I put my digits in, moving them around until I feel something. Pulling them out, I am shocked to see a disposable lighter and the bits and pieces of what looks like a destroyed pair of glasses.

Suddenly it hits me. The blisters and cuts under those arm bandages? So this is where it came from.

Feelings of a strange sense of comfort flood through my brain as I run my index over the jagged edge of one of the larger pieces of the broken glass. I don't remember it, but I must have felt so hopeless to do this to myself.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I push the "comfort items" under the pillow and carefully slip the cams one at a time into the tiny hole, taking care to separate the used one from the rest.

Just as I have finished hiding the last of the cameras, the door swings open, and I watch as a group of girls begin streaming into the room in single file. The girl at the front scowls when she spots me, and soon I am staring into nine unfriendly faces.

The scowling girl crosses her arms as she stares at me. "It's all your fault again, Tori Vega. Now we all got night restrictions for an entire month because of you. Why do you have to keep sabotaging us and yourself, huh?"

I try to gulp the lump in my throat away. Night restrictions, whatever they are, doesn't sound good. "I'm sorry. I really am. I just…"

A hand grabs the collar of my shirt, pulling me to a sitting position. "Your useless apology doesn't take away the punishment we all have to endure with you. I don't know what your problem is. You just keep trying to run away, and failing every single time. It's like you don't want to ever get out of here, and try to drag the rest of us down along with you. I'm so sick of your antics, Tori."

She pushes me back onto the bed. "You think you're something special just because you went on television, huh?"

I shake my head. "I'm not special. Please. I never wanted to sabotage any of you. I just want to leave this place."

She laughs, "Leave? Out of all of us, you deserve to stay here the most. You refuse to learn from your mistakes, repeating them over and over. Your Jade must have poisoned your mind so deeply. You're the worst sinner among all of us."

My brows raise in spite of myself, "You know about Jade?"

A loud snort comes from behind her. "Oh please. All of us heard you screaming her name in your sleep almost every night. Who doesn't know about Jade?"

Before I can say anything, the door opens, and the two women that escorted me barge into the room, carrying a large pile of metal. "Lie down, girls."

With a collective groan, my nine other roommates shuffle and lie down on their individual beds. The women work their way from the end of the room, clipping one to each leg and the other end to the railing of the bed. I shudder as I hear every click, and soon one of the cold metal is biting onto my leg.

The room is plunged into darkness as the women leave the room, the door clicking shut behind them. The clinks from the metal hitting throughout the dark room makes it almost impossible to sleep, and I grip myself tightly, wishing that Jade is here hugging me. But I guess it's a good thing that she's not here with me, chained up like an animal.