Tori's POV

I prayed every night before I went to bed. I used to pray every once in a while before I was kidnapped, but ever since I'd been kidnapped, I prayed all the time. I grew so much in my faith while with the man than I ever did before.

The prayers were never exactly the same and they were usually short and sweet, but some nights, when I was feeling especially lonely, they were a little longer. "Dear Lord…please help me through this. I just want to get away from this man and see my family and friends again. This man is hurting me so much and I don't think I can do it anymore. I know this can't last forever; it just can't. And I know that I'm just one person. I'm just one girl going through an awful situation, but…I know that you hear me and that you want me away from this man. Please, God, all I ask is that you get me away from him. He's hurt me in ways that I don't even understand. If this is what it's like for little boys and girls who have an abusive parent then I think they are the strongest people in the whole world. I can hardly handle what this man is doing to me. Please help them through their situation and get them away from the abuse. They don't deserve it; no child does.

"Also, God, I pray for my family. They must be so worried about me. Please give them a little faith in knowing that I will be found. I'm determined to get away from this man somehow. Help them know that not all hope is lost. And if you can, give them some kind of sign in knowing that I will eventually be found. Also…please be there for my friends. And I mean all of my friends. Jade…Beck…Cat…Robbie. Keep them safe and keep that man away from them. And…please…be there for Andre. Andre is more than my friend. I don't even feel it right to call him my boyfriend, because he's so much more than that. Sure, maybe I was only with him for a day, but it feels like I'm still with him. I just hope that you give him comfort and some peace. I so badly want to tell him how much I love him. I guess you never really know how much someone means to you until you can't see them anymore. I would give anything to see Andre, my friends, and my family. In your son's name I pray, amen." I'd usually start crying in the middle of the prayer and by the time I was finished, I'd be bawling.

One evening in mid-to-late October, I woke up from a random two-hour nap. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:32. I gasped and jumped out of bed. I always ate at 7:00 and if I was late to the kitchen, I wouldn't get anything. Even though I was thirty minutes late, I thought I might as well go see if the man would give me some food. My stomach felt like it had a hole in it.

I walked swiftly out of the room and headed to the living room. The man was sitting on the couch drinking from what looked like a beer bottle. Out of all the times with him, this was the first time seeing him drink, but I knew he drank a lot. I saw constant beer bottles around the house and he smelled like alcohol and beer too.

I gulped and said, "Um…is it okay if I get some supper? I haven't eaten since yesterday."

He laughed in a way that I'd never heard him laugh before. He was definitely drunk. "No, you don't get supper." he slurred out. "Now go back to your room….go to sleep."

"Uh…well…I haven't eaten since yesterday." I told him again. "And I'm hungry. My stomach feels like it has a hole in it. Why can't I just have some food?"

"Because I said so," he slurred. "Now go. You're wasting my life."

"Then you shouldn't have kidnapped me." I mumbled and turned around to walk back to my room. I took a few steps forward before turning back to him and saying, "Just so you know…you're going to prison when you get caught. You can rot in hell for all I care."

I turned to walk away, but I only got a few steps away when I heard a loud smash. I quickly turned around and saw that he'd smashed his beer bottle on the side of a table, but he was holding the top half of his broken bottle. There was glass and beer everywhere. He smiled slyly. "Come here,"

My heart picked up speed. "No," I turned around and tried to run to my room.

The next thing I know, I feel something insanely sharp jam into the back of my right calf. I screamed in pain and fell to the ground. I looked at my leg and saw that the man had thrown his broken beer bottle at me and it happened to land directly in my calf. It was jammed in pretty deep. It was throbbing so badly and getting more and more painful with each passing second.

He laughed. "Funny," He walked past me. "So funny," He went to his own room and closed the door behind him.

I started crying after that. I tried to reach back and pull the bottle out of my leg, but with just barely touching it, I screamed out in more pain. I had no idea how I would get this thing out without making me scream bloody murder from the intense pain.

I managed to crawl away and go to the bathroom. I looked at the bottle in my leg and wanted to cry even more. I was bleeding really badly and I knew that if I took the bottle out that it would hurt even more and bleed even worse, but I couldn't just keep the bottle in my leg. I had my jeans on, so the bottle was stuck through the denim as well as my leg.

I took a deep breath and grabbed a rag from the counter. I rolled it up and put it in my mouth. I reached behind me and put my hand on the bottle. I moaned from the immediate pain. "Come on, Tori." I thought to myself. "Toughen up,"

I closed my eyes to brace myself. I got a good grip on the bottle and pulled on it as hard as I could. My blood curdling scream was muffled as I pulled the bottle out of my leg.

I cried as I took the rag out of my mouth and raised my pant leg up. I was bleeding worse than before. I grabbed the rag that had been in my mouth and held it to the wound. It hurt just touching it. I knew that the only thing that would help it would be to go to the hospital, but there was no way the man would allow that to happen. I knew I was all on my own here.

The next week was like torture. I bled badly from the wound daily, but the man had a bunch of cloths that he lent to me. I'd wrap those around my leg to try and control the bleeding.

I also tried to keep the wound cleaned, but that didn't stop it from getting infected. For three days solid, I had a fever and would wake up in the night in a cold sweat. My wound looked disgusting, but I tried to keep it covered to prevent any more germs from getting inside of it.

After two weeks, my wound had finally scabbed over and a few more weeks later, it was a scar. And it wasn't just a scar on the surface; it was a deep, imbedded jagged scar. I think some muscles were scarred, because even after the wound had healed up, whenever I'd run, pain would shoot through my leg.

I was beginning to think that I really would spend the rest of my life with this man. I hated it, but I told myself to get over it. I tried not to think about my family and friends, because the more I thought of them, the more I wanted to break apart. That's the only reason I cried at this point; I missed them all so much. I didn't like the pain the man was giving me, but I somehow got used to it and it just became my daily life. What I would give to just see them one more time and I don't mean in a dream. I mean in real life. It would be a dream come true.

I know that I've been so mean to Tori, but good news…it will all come to an end very, very soon! Keep reading to see what happens!

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