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Miley's POV

I woke up and I had such a horrible headache, and my arms were really hurting. Well, my entire body hurts but my arms especially are sore. I slowly lifted my head up, and looked around. I looked down and noticed that my legs were not touching the ground. I looked up and saw that I was hanging by my arms. My first instinct was to struggle and get free, but that only hurt my arms more. I was helpless. I didn't know what to do, I was stuck like this, and it hurt a lot. I saw that Jordan was asleep on his little bed.

"Jordan" I called out, it wasn't very loud, my voice was too weak.

No answer

"Jordan…wake up" I tried again

He was still sleeping. I figured I couldn't wake him up, so I went back to just hanging there. As I was looking around the room, I realized that my neck was really sore from him hanging me yesterday…wait…I think it was yesterday. I have no idea what time it is, or how long I've been here. I got worried, wasn't anyone looking for me. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, as I tried to focus on something other than the pain in my arms. I was very thirsty, and hungry, but way more thirsty. Oh what I would give for a glass of water, my mouth was so dry.

I decided to just try to fall asleep again, that's the only thing I could think of that would solve my problems at the moment. I hung my head again, and just closed my eyes. Soon enough, I found the darkness I was striving for.

Nick's POV

Well, it's just about the middle of day 3 that Miley has been missing. I just want some sort of clue as to if she's ok or not. I miss her a lot. I pray to God that Jordan will take some sort of pity on her, and will let her be ok. It kills me to know that there is nothing I can do to bring her back. If I could, I would go and kick Jordan in the ass, and save Miley from ever hearing his name again. I hate that this is happening to her. She's already been through so much, she doesn't need this.

Lily's POV

I miss Miley so much. I worry about her so much at night, that I can't even sleep. Mr. Scott has made us come back to school. He understands how hurt and upset we are, but he wants us to return to school so we don't fall far behind. Mr. Scott, Ms. Kunkle, and Mr. Corelli have all helped us through this tough time. They too are struggling to keep it together. Besides Miley's teachers, nobody else knows about Miley being kidnapped. Amber hasn't even told Ashley. Speaking of Amber, she seems like she trying hard to change. She has been super nice, and has been trying to comfort us. Obviously she isn't as close to Miley as we are, but she has definitely been affected by this. All I want is for Miley to come back, and be that she'll be ok.

Oliver's POV

I know how bad things have been for Miley; I can't even to begin to think of what she's being put through right now. I hate Jordan, I want him dead, and I'd kill him with my own two hands if I were face-to-face with him. Miley has always been there for me, and for other people, even when she's been through so much, she'll always try to make other people happy. She downplays everything in her life. She's always fine or always ok or just tired. She never wants people to worry of feel bad for her, and yet, that's all we can do.

Jordan's POV

I woke up and I saw that Miley was sleeping. She had a look of pain across her face, and I can bet you a hundred bucks if from her arms being sore. I checked my watch and realized that she's been hanging for close to 8 hours. I hadn't realized that I'd been asleep that long. I decided it was time to wake her up, and continue my fun.

Before I woke her up, I decided I would look through some of my old boxes to see if there was anything useful in them. I hadn't been to this storage garage in years, and I couldn't exactly remember what was stored in here. After a while of digging around, I came across an old gun that used to be my Dad's. I forgot all about this thing. I saw that it was fully loaded and that there were extra bullets. I didn't plan on killing Miley for a while, but this could come in handy if anyone gave me any trouble. I found a video camera also. I looked in the box, and there were empty tapes that were just waiting for me to use. I set up the camera on a tri-pod that was in a different box. I made sure that it had the right angle, and it turns out that Miley probably couldn't see it. This is perfect, now I can remember everything that I do to Miley, and if I'm evil enough, I can show it to her too.

I pushed record on the camera and walked over to where Miley was hanging.

"Wake up Miley" I said sternly

She mumbled something, but didn't move or open her eyes.

"Miley!" I yelled. She jerked her head up with alarmed eyes.

Before she made any sense of anything, I gave her a nice hard punch in the eye. It is so much nicer to be able to hit her on the face, without worrying about anyone seeing it. She let out a cry of pain as her face shot backwards from the blow.

"Aw, did that hurt?" I asked sarcastically.

Her eyes were shut tight in pain and she didn't acknowledge my question.

"I said…did that hurt?" I hit her again, this time on her right cheek. Her head sharply turned to the left. She started crying.

"Yes…it hurts" she sobbed sadly.

"Good" I said satisfied.

I continued to let her cry.

"How do your arms feel?" I asked her

"They hurt" she wouldn't make eye contact with me.

I went next to her hanging body. I grabbed onto her shoulders tightly. She flinched when I touched her. I made my grip tighter. I then proceeded to slowly put my weight on her shoulders. She gasped in pain as even more pressure was being put on her arms. I continued until almost all of my weight was on her. She was openly crying, and in more pain.

"Sto…p…ple…please" she begged.

I stood up and took a load off her shoulders, literally.

"I bet that felt nice, huh?" I chuckled

"Why…are…y…you…do…ing…this?" She bawled with her head down

I grabbed her cheeks roughly, and made her look at me.

"I'm doing this, because finally your mine, and I can have whatever I want from you. And guess what…nobody can stop me." I said menacingly

She continued crying and shaking in pain.

"Your crying is so damn annoying!" I yelled as I punched her across her left cheek.

Her head once again followed the path of my fist. She began crying harder.

"Shut up!" I'm so sick her always crying

She instantly quieted down to a whimper, and silent tears. She's probably afraid that I'll hit her again.

"That's better I suppose" I said

Miley's POV

I don't know if I can take this much longer. My arms are killing, and everything hurts. I can't handle all the hits to the face anymore. It hurts so badly, along with the rest of my body. I was having trouble making sense of everything that's been happening. It's all going so fast, that I can't keep up mentally.

I was brought back out of my mind by Jordan yelling at me. I looked up confused because I have no idea what he said.

"You weren't listening were you?!" he basically screamed. That definitely didn't help my headache. He punched me right in the stomach, and I gasped out in pain, and started coughing.

"I asked you how you were feeling with your cold" he said

I was confused as to why he would be worried about how I'm feeling considering the situation I'm in.

"Don't worry about it" I said as bitterly as I could, that was a mistake.

He backhanded me across my cheek. I could taste blood in my mouth because of it.

"I didn't ask you if I was worried about it now did I" he said angrily.

I was getting so sick of this. Every time he didn't like something, I would get punished for it.

I spit blood out of my mouth and answered him truthfully.

"Not well, I feel the same as before"

"Was that so hard?" he asked

I didn't answer, and thankfully he wasn't expecting an answer this time.

I saw him go out of my vision and over to what I assumed was the door. Suddenly I collapsed to the ground hard.

"Oof!" I grunted as I landed on my stomach on the cold floor.

My arms were finally free of holding my weight. They were incredibly sore. Thankfully now my hands were in front of me and not behind my back, it helped a lot. I started moving to sit up. I gasped in pain when I moved wrong, and felt the bruising in my ribs and side from when he kicked me before.

"Ow" I whispered to myself.

I finally got to a sitting position and took a deep breath. It hurt to breathe and I figured that was also from the ribs. Jordan came over to me and dragged me over to one of the sidewalls. Then what he did next surprised me big time.

He took out a bottle of cough syrup.

"Here, I got this for you the other day. Open your mouth." He said

I cannot even begin to explain how much this confused me. I decided to not make him madder so I opened my mouth. He poured a whole bunch down my throat. He was giving me a lot. Part of me wondered if this was even cough syrup, but I think it was, cause it tasted just like it. He finally stopped making me chug the cough syrup, and I had such a gross taste in my mouth.

"Yuck" I said making a face.

"What?" Jordan asked

"It tasted gross" I explained.

I guess I said something wrong because I got another punch in the stomach. I shut my eyes trying to handle the pain. It hurts so badly, especially when he hits the same spot more than once. I resisted the urge to cry again because I didn't want to get in even more trouble.

"I try to help you, and you complain?" he asked in astonishment.

"I…I'm…sor…ry." I whispered.

"Apology accepted" he smiled

'Oh, good to know' I thought to myself.

"Well, aren't you going to say thanks" he questioned.

I looked up at him.

"Thank you" I replied, and I hated that I had to say it, but I really don't want to get hit anymore.

Next he gave me some of my sleeping pills that he must have grabbed.

"Here, take these, they seem to help you sleep" he ordered me.

I opened my mouth, and he put them in. He gave me a tiny, and I mean tiny amount of water to help me swallow them.

After I swallowed the pills I really wanted to ask him for more water, but I didn't want to make him mad. He picked my body up and brought me over to the cage thing I was in before. He was suddenly trying to stuff me back into this thing. I started struggling. I really didn't want to go back in that thing. It's so small and obviously uncomfortable. He stopped what he was doing and threw me on the ground.

I knew what was coming.

I weakly tried to crawl away from the pain that I knew was on its way. I must've looked pretty pathetic because he started laughing at me. He came over to me and started kicking me all over. I felt blows all over my body. My back, my stomach, my chest, my arms, my legs, he was getting me everywhere. My body was flat on the ground, and there was nothing I could do to protect myself. He flipped me over so I was on my back. He sat on my chest, and decided to use my face as a punching bag. I couldn't tell you how many blows I took, but all I know is that I felt every single one. I know I got hit in the eyes several times, and I took a few to the jaw, and a couple to each cheek. I could taste more blood, and I could also feel it running down my face. My eyes were probably the worst. They were starting to swell, to the point of where I couldn't open them more than just a slit. He got up and gave me one more kick to the stomach causing me to cough in pain. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my limp body over to the cage. I had no more fight left in me, I have officially lost the war, I gave up, plain and simple, and what's worse, is that the war is nowhere near to being over. My barely open eyes were closing the rest of the way reacting to the sleeping pills. Just as I was falling asleep, I could feel my body being uncomfortably stuffed into the cage. I embraced sleep as he was still adjusting my body to fit into the cage.

Nick's POV

After school we were all sitting at Miley's house, hoping and praying that Miley would be ok. There was just something about being in her house that brought comfort to us all. We heard the doorbell, and of course we got our hopes up hoping that it would be Miley. I opened the door and I saw a man that I've never seen before.

I looked at him strangely.

"Hi, I'm Detective Jones, is this Miley Stewart's home?" he asked

"Yes it is, I'm her good friend Nick Jonas, come on in" I said politely, hoping he had good news for us.

He entered the living room where Joe, Kevin, Lily, Oliver, my mom, Amber, and Heidi were all sitting. It was a little awkward but Det. Jones broke the tension.

"So I've been assigned to Miley's case. I'm assuming you're all friends and family of Ms. Stewart?" He asked

"Yes, that's correct" my mom answered. She quickly introduced us all.

"Well, it's nice to meet you all, I'm Det. Jones, and I'm going to do everything in my power to get Miley back" he stated confidently.

"You have no idea how much we would appreciate that" my mom replied

"Well would you mind if I asked you all a few questions, just to get a little grasp on Miley's life" He asked nicely

"Of course, anything we can do to help bring Miley back" my mom answered for us.

He asked us about her school life, and he asked us our relationships with Miley. We told him about Miley's family and what she has been through. He asked about Jordan and about previous boyfriends she has had. Finally he seemed to have enough information about Miley's life. Next, he took Amber and I into a separate room. When we entered the room, he asked us to tell him everything about the night Jordan took Miley. We started with early that day, and how she went missing. And then we continued to when we saw her bruises, and then to when she fainted in front of the officers. Next Amber told him what she had heard and seen before she was taken. It was hard having to keep repeating all the things that had happened that day. He understood and was very polite and nice throughout the whole thing. He had a look of sympathy on his face, but it wasn't for Amber and I, it was for Miley. From that moment on I knew he wanted Miley back just as much as we did, he no longer cared that it was his job, he cared for Miley, and he never even met her. He assured us several times that he would get Miley back to us, and that he wouldn't give up until he did.

Jordan's POV

Man, I can't believe how much of a rush I get from beating up Miley; it feels so good, I can't even explain it. I saw Miley's body once again squished inside the dog kennel. She looks so uncomfortable in there; I love it! I've decided to sneak out of here and get some more supplies while Miley's asleep. I turned the camera off, and walked out. I decided not to use my car incase anyone was looking for me. I picked up some more food and water and I picked up a few other things. I checked out without anyone noticing me. I made my journey back to the garage.

Once I returned to the storage garage, I saw that Miley was still knocked out. I chuckled to myself, thinking of the things that I've been planning to do to her in the future. I couldn't wait. I put my things away as neatly as I could. I turned on a small radio that I bought earlier. I lay back on my bed while listening. Soon I felt myself drifting off into sleep. I figured I had nothing to do but sleep until Miley woke up again. I fell into a nice peaceful sleep.

The Next Day…

When I woke up, I could here Miley quietly crying to herself. I stood up and I heard her quiet herself when she realized I was awake. I walked over to her, and I went to a place where she could see me. I saw her face and she looked absolutely horrible. Her eyes were black and blue, and I could see residual tears coming out of them. She had bruises all over her face, and I could see where I broke skin as she had dried blood on her face. I could see bruises all over her body. I hadn't realized I was so rough on her yesterday. I felt kind of bad, but I chose not to care.

"Wow, you look like crap" I told her.

She closed her eyes as tears slipped out of them.

I opened the door to the kennel and pulled her out. She didn't bother trying to help me ease her out of the kennel; she just lay there lamely, and let me move her body. I decided to feed her and give her something to eat and drink.

I pulled out a slice of bread, and poured her a small cup of water. I brought it over to where she was laying on the ground.

"Here" I told her

She weakly looked up at me through squinted eyes.

"You haven't eaten in a while, you must be hungry" I said

She nodded in understanding. I placed the piece of bread on the ground in front of her, and then I placed the cup of water next to it. She immediately went for the water, and had a little bit of trouble picking it up with her hands being tied. She finally got it and took a big gulp. She placed it back down and looked at the piece of bread. She picked it up and took a small bite out of it. Judging by the look on her face, it seemed that she was having a hard time chewing; she looked like she was in pain. It took her awhile to eat the bread, then she greedily drank the rest of the water. As soon as she finished, I went over and picked up the cup and put it with my stuff.

"Thanks" she whispered almost in audibly.

"You're welcome" I said while I turned the camera on again.

I went over to her. I decided it was time to take things a little farther than usual.

"Are you ready for a new adventure?" I asked her

"What?" she asked puzzled

I unzipped my jeans and looked at her expectantly.

Her eyes widened in realization.

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Miley's POV

Oh no! I don't think I can do this. He pulled his member out of his jeans and walked towards me. I closed my eyes scared out of my mind.

"Are you gonna make me force you?" he asked

I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"You're doing this whether you like it or not" he stated

"Ok, ok, just give me a minute." I replied.

I was taking deep breaths; which was very painful. I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

I slowly inched my face towards his part. When I was face-to-face with it, I got scared and backed away from it again. I guess he got tired of waiting. He grabbed my head and brought my face to his crotch. I immediately closed my mouth and I could feel it pressing against my lips trying to get in. I tried to get my head away, but he held my face in place.

"Open your mouth Miley!" Jordan ordered

I had tears running out of my eyes and I tried with everything in my power to not open my mouth to cry. Suddenly Jordan pushed me closer to his crotch and took one hand and held my nose closed. Now I couldn't breathe. I knew he wouldn't let go of my nose until I opened my mouth to breathe. I was trapped and I knew it. I held my breath for a while, but even my singer lungs needed oxygen. As soon as I opened my mouth to get a breath, he shoved himself into my mouth. My eyes opened wide in shock. I didn't like this, not at all. He pushed himself further into my mouth now entering my throat. I began to gag and cough. It's such an awkward feeling. He grabbed my hair and roughly forced my head up and down on him. I felt myself start to get light headed. I still hadn't gotten a breath, and I certainly couldn't breathe with him in my throat. I started to feel my eyes drooping closed, and I was getting dizzy. He must have noticed because he slapped me across the face.

"Breathe through nose bitch" he yelled.

I took in a big breath of air, feeling my lungs savor the feeling of oxygen in them again. I closed my eyes just waiting for it to be over. My mouth and jaw were hurting big time, and my already raw throat is stinging in pain. I could feel the never-ending trail of tears falling down my face. This is not right; he should not be doing this. I just kept thinking, what did I do to deserve this? After an indefinite amount of time, I felt his body stiffen. All of the sudden, I felt a sudden warmth ooze down my throat, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He finally pulled out of my mouth, and I immediately turned my body in the other direction. I tried to focus on my breathing, and all of the sudden, I began to vomit. Everything that he just filled me with was now leaving my body the same way it got in. I don't know if I was throwing up because of the trauma my body was just put through, or if my stomach was reacting to the thick liquid that was just forced down my throat. Whatever it was it was several minutes until I was done heaving. I rolled over to avoid hitting the mess I just made, and rested my head against the cool concrete.

'How did I end up like this?' I asked myself.

"Look at what you did you worthless idiot" Jordan spat at me.

I quickly started receiving more kicks to my body. I'm not sure how much more I can take. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to stop. Surprisingly he stopped and looked. I could tell he was thinking about something. I saw him walk away towards where he had his things. He came back with a roll of duct tape. I groaned internally realizing that he wasn't done with me yet. He came next to my face and had this smirk on his face. He held my head in between his knees to hold me still, not that I could fight back anyway. I saw the tape come towards my face, and then all I saw was darkness. He put the tape over my eyes, and then lifted my head a bit and wrapped the tape all the way around my head, covering my hair. He wrapped about 3 times before he was done, and it was very tight, especially against my swollen eyes.

"Please stop this…" I whisper cried

"Ahh, while we're at it…" he said

Then he began to wrap it around my mouth. He did it the same way he did my eyes by wrapping the tape all the way around my head. I was crying hard, but all that was coming out was muffled sounds. I could tell that the tape was way too tight, but I couldn't tell him, not that he would listen anyways. I had nothing left; I no longer had eyesight or the ability to speak. I can no longer brace myself for what's to come, because now I have no way of knowing.

Jordan's POV

I looked down at Miley and smiled at my work. Now she had no idea what was coming, and she could no longer guilt me into trying to stop hitting her with her eyes. And also I don't have to hear her obnoxious crying anymore. I went over to my stuff and grabbed a baseball bat that I had been itching to use. It was a typical metal one that I had bought from Wal-Mart. I walked over to her unsuspecting body and contemplated where to hit her first. I decided to go for her stomach, as that was probably the place that would hurt the most. I wound up and hit the bat directly on her stomach with all my might. Her body instantly curled in pain as she let out a giant gasp through her nose. It's hard to read her emotions without seeing her eyes or hearing how she reacted, but I could definitely tell she was hurt big time. She was laying on her side with her back to me, clutching her stomach with her tied together hands. Her knees were as close as they could get to her chest. She was writhing and shaking in pain. I could tell she was having problems breathing, especially through her nose. I wound back again and gave her a nice hard hit to her lower back, equally as hard as the first hit. I heard a shriek come out of her as she tried her hardest to deal with the pain. I could see her fighting to breathe through her mouth, but the tape just wouldn't give. She was close to hysterics, I could tell, she could barely stop the sobs that were coming out painfully through her nose. I delivered a few more hits to her body in places such as her thighs, legs, shoulders, and chest. By the time I finished she was laying there with nothing left in her. I couldn't tell if she passed out or not. Finally I could hear her let out tiny whimpers. I don't think she knows how to handle all the pain, and doesn't know what to do with herself.

I remembered that I didn't get her 'hanging' on camera, and I really wanted footage of that. I wasn't sure if she could handle that right now after the beating I had just delivered her, but I decided to give it a try. I went over and wrapped the rope around her neck, and through the remaining over the rafters. I don't think she realized what was going on because she stayed in the same whimpering position. I started pulling on the rope, and her body slowly started raising the air by her neck. I heard her breath get caught off, and I felt a jolt of excitement run through me, knowing I was getting this all on tape. I pulled faster and harder until her body was completely in the air, swinging a little bit. Her body just hung there, her head forced up by the rope. I could see her struggling to breathe and obviously not succeeding. I let loosen until she fell to the ground. Her body took a huge inhale of breath through her nose, . After a couple of breaths I started pulling again, this time jerkier than the last, causing more pain to her neck. I heard a weird sound come out muffled through her mouth and I could tell something was serious wrong. I let the rope go, and her body fell to the ground. I removed the rope from her neck and didn't see the color in her face return and I got really scared that this might be causing her to die. I put my finger in front of her nose, and I didn't feel any air coming out. I hastily started pulling at the tape to free her mouth. Her body was deathly cold and her whole body was pale, besides the bruises that I gave her. I finally freed the tape from her mouth and still nothing happened. I didn't know what to do. I began hitting her back trying to get her to breathe.

"Come on Miley, breathe!" I shouted

Still nothing. I flipped her over and started giving her CPR. I guess I did something right, as she took in a large intake of breath through her mouth. I let out a sigh of relief. Her chest was rising incredibly high as she was struggling to get her breath back. She began coughing, and I felt that I took things to far tonight. I put her through too much too fast. Her body soon relaxed and I could tell she passed out. That was such a scary moment for me. I've never seen a person dying before, at least I assumed she was dying, that's usually what happens when someone can't breathe. I picked up her broken form and laid her down on a small blanket in the corner. I decided she's been through enough today, and that I should just let her be tonight. I looked at her closely and I could see a large bruised ring around her neck that looked utterly painful. I grabbed another blanket and placed it over to her. She didn't move at all, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried about her. I turned off the light and fell asleep in my own bed.

Miley's POV

I can't even begin to explain to you what had happened. When I started receiving those blows with whatever he was hitting me with, I couldn't handle it. This pain was way worse than anything I've ever experienced before. I just curled myself into a ball awaiting the more blows that I knew were coming. I wasn't even aware that he was putting rope around my neck until I felt my body start to rise. When he dropped me on the floor I thought it was over. Do you know how hard it is to breathe through your nose when you're struggling just to breathe anyway? Then I felt him jerking me up again and something happened. I made some strange sound and I thought I was dying. He must have noticed to because he dropped me and immediately removed the rope from my neck. I couldn't breathe at all, not even through my nose. I was sure that I was dying. I had accepted it, and I was actually happy that I would escape this pain and be with my family again. I could barely feel him pounding my back trying to get me to breathe again. Suddenly I felt him giving me what I assumed was CPR. My body betrayed me and took a huge gulp of air. I was so ready to die that I was disappointed when I realized that I was in fact still living. My lungs struggled to get air into them, and it hurt so bad to breathe. My chest, lungs, and heart were working so hard to get my breath back. I don't really remember anything after that. I'm guessing I passed out, or fell asleep, because I woke up later, and felt something under me, and on top of me. I guess Jordan felt a bit badly about almost killing me so he gave me what I assumed was blankets. I snuggled back into them, realizing that this probably won't ever happen again and that I should enjoy it. I quickly fell back asleep, and hoped that tomorrow would be a better day.

Hey everyone! I've been working on this chapter since I updated the last chapter. It was hard for me to write for some reason. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and please let me know what you thought by reviewing. Sorry it took so long, but I finally got it done. Btw… I changed my penname, I hope you guys don't mind, I just didn't like having my actual name in it. So now I'm M Crew, try not to get confused.