Tori's POV

After struggling for hours, I knew there was no use in trying to get free. I was strapped to the bed by strong cables around my wrists and ankles. I was bound to that bed and there was nothing I could do about it. Once I realized I wasn't gonna get out, I started to cry. I cried and I cried and I cried. I never knew I would get myself in this situation. I hoped to God that I would make it out alive, but I really didn't know.

I cried for a good while before the man came in the room. He came to the bedside and stared down at me. I gulped and said, "I wanna go home." My eyes were swollen from all the crying and I was pretty sure my face was blotchy. When I cry a lot, that's what I end up looking like.

He laughed evilly which made me flinch. Everything about him made me flinch. "Well, that's just too dang bad, isn't it?" He crossed his arms. "You're mine now. The life you had before, well…you'll never have it again. You might as well kiss it goodbye."

"But…but I…" I sighed heavily. "I don't belong here. My…my dad's a cop. When you get caught, you'll go to prison. It's…it's illegal to kidnap people." I was trying to keep my voice strong, but it was no use. I was too scared.

"Wow, you must be stupid!" he said and smacked my head. "Just as I said before, I don't care that your dad is a cop. And what do you mean when? I'm never gonna get caught. You know why?" He hesitated for a few seconds and then continued. "Because when we go out in public, if people ask who you are, you will not tell them who you really are. By the way, do you mind telling me your actual name?"

I hesitated and shakily asked, "Uh…don't you already know that if you took me out of my own home?"

"Just answer the question!" he yelled.

"Tori Vega," I told him quickly.

He smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Miss Vega." He turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and locking it.

I cried for the rest of the day. He left me strapped to that bed for two whole days. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn't sleep and even though I was starving, I couldn't eat. It wasn't like eating was much of a choice since he didn't give me any food. I figured all he'd do was keep me strapped to the bed and I thought to myself, "I think I can handle this," Little did I know that things were about to get much worse.

After those two days, he released me from the cables. He led me out of the bedroom and in the living room. This was the grungiest little house I'd ever seen. It had a tiny kitchen, a little living room, two bedrooms, two small bathrooms, and a few hallways. He led me in the living room and there he handed me a change of clothes. "Put this on,"

I grabbed what he handed me, which was a pair of smelly jeans, some worn out tennis shoes, and an old red t-shirt. "Uh…okay, um…I'll just…go in the bathroom."

I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back. "I don't think so, Miss Vega. You change in here."

"But…but I–"

"In case I haven't already made myself clear, let me just clarify a few things with you." He walked right up to me until he was just inches from me. "You do everything that I tell you to do, understand? And you do it the first time asked, got it? There will be no back-talk, yelling, struggling, or any of that stuff. You know the people you lived with before? Yeah, just forget about them. That part of your life might as well not even exist. Besides, if you tell anyone who you really are, they won't exist." He grabbed me around the neck and pushed me against the wall. My airway wasn't completely restricted, but it was getting close. "I'll slowly and painfully kill you and then I will go to your old house and kill every single member of your family. Your life belongs to me now." He let go of me and I let out a sigh of relief. "Now take off all of your clothes…and stay that way."

I gulped. I was scared to object, but I didn't know what else to say besides, "But I thought you wanted me to put on these other clothes."

"I did, but since you decided to disobey me, I thought it best to…punish you."

I dropped the clothes and backed up against the wall, but he pulled me away from it and pushed me to the ground. He ripped all of my clothes off of me and didn't stop until I was completely naked. He started to take off his own clothes, but I hid my eyes from him. I was terrified for what was gonna happen next. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me. "No reason to keep your eyes closed, sweetheart." he told me. Then he raped me. I let out a few shrieks of pain, but he slapped me when I did that. There was nothing I could do except endure this awful pain and wait for it to end.

Once it was over, I was bleeding really badly. I was also crying my eyes out. "Please…" I begged. "Let me go to the bathroom. Just please let me go to the bathroom."

"Fine," he said in an aggravated tone of voice. He reached over and grabbed my change of clothes. "Put these on in there."

I nodded and stood up with them in my hand. As I started to walk away, he stopped me. He turned me around and stared at me. Just stared at me. It's like he was looking right through me. Just when I was about to ask what he was doing, he moved his hand up to my cheek and rubbed his first two fingers all the way down to my chin. It gave me major goose bumps. And I also shivered under his touch. "You know, sweetheart…you are so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed my cheek. I almost puked from how terrible he smelled. This was so…so…I couldn't even find the right words. Here I was, getting touched and kissed by some old nasty guy who just raped me. And I was standing there naked. I'd never felt this lonely or betrayed or embarrassed in all my life.

When he was done staring at me and touching me, he told me I could go to the bathroom now. I gulped and practically ran to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it. I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself. I almost couldn't recognize my own reflection. If this was his evil way of torturing me, well…it was definitely working. I'd only been with him two days and I hated him so much, mainly for taking away my innocence.

It took me a good ten minutes to um…take care of my problem. Then I finally put my clothes on. I was so sore that even that took me awhile.

When I was ready, I came out of the bathroom and walked back in the living room. The man walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders. He turned me around and then started to pull on my hair. "Ow, what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"Just shut up and stay still," he said. He pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. Then he turned me back around and grabbed a black wig from the coffee table. "Put it on."

I grabbed it and looked around. I spotted a mirror and I walked over to that. I stared at myself for a moment before putting on the wig. I had no idea I looked this rough. My eyes had a sunken look and my face was blotchy. I also had tears on my cheeks, but I quickly wiped those away.

Once the wig was on, the man walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. It took everything I had not to shrug him off. He reached into his back pocket and handed me a pair of sunglasses. "Put these on."

I grabbed them and put them on. Looking at my reflection, I almost looked like a complete different person, which was the point. "Say hello to Ally Larson."

If that happens to be your name, it was pure coincidence!

But yeah, intense stuff, right? Update and tell me what you think!