"help me, someone help" I sobbed, i was losing my energy i had been screaming out for help for hours.

It had been roughly a week since I was kidnapped, I still hadn't figured out who he was. The light in the rooms were never bright enough for me to catch a glimpse of his face. And if I tried asking again then he would hit me, and tell me to continuously shut up.

I don't regret lashing out, even though my family had been ignoring me, I had never stopped believing that they really did love me, and that the way that they were treating me was the farthest thing than by choice. And continuing to believe that helped me stay strong, and to fight the menace that he was.

I didn't doubt that this man that was holding me captive was responsible for everything that had gone wrong in my life, especially since I had moved in with my brother and my dad.

"I'm so, so very sorry" I sobbed again.

I had lost all energy to yell and scream anymore. I wasn't being fed enough, I wasn't getting enough energy in my food to be able to scream and thrash. And I knew that's what they wanted. Hell if I was them I would do the same thing. God knew where we were, we could be in the middle of a warehouse, or the middle of the god forsaken forest. But either way I couldn't blame them.

It had been made apparent to me a couple of days ago that it wasn't a one man job. I had, had many a visitors, never any nice, but they were different faces none the less. But thats what was different. They were faces, I got to see who they were, but never the man that was behind it all.

My days were nothing but boring, I sat there tied to my chair in the dark and gloomy concrete room. Just me and the chair.

Every night at what I guessed was about six thirty, someone would come in to shovel food into my mouth, force me to eat the packet potatoes and stale bread. Make me drink water that had more chemicals in it than my school science lab. But every night I would cooperate without a complaint. If it meant that I didn't have to starve.