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Natalie:

I wake up hoping that everything was a dream but when I try to move my hands and they don't move I realize it's all real. I try to free my hands to no avail and I have to go to the bathroom so bad but I can't get up to use the bathroom. "Hello," I yell. "Anyone? Ashley? Max?"

I wait about five minutes before Max shows up. "What do you want?"

"I have to go to the bathroom and I'm pregnant so it's kind of an emergency," I say. "Can I please go to the bathroom?"

"Fine," he says as he walks over to me. He starts to untie the ropes around my feet and the ropes around my wrists. "I don't' want any funny business or I will kill you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I say quietly.

"Get up," he says. I get up and he holds tightly to my arm as he walks me over to a bucket. "Here," he says, "go."

"Here?" I ask.

"Yes, here," he says.

"Turn around," I say as I pull down my jeans. I am not going to complain I have to pee so it's either pee my pants or pee in a bucket. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Natalie, I've seen it all before," he says.

"Turn around I'm not going to run," I say.

"You better not," he says as he turns around. I sit down on the bucket to use the bathroom. I feel like an animal. They were at least nice enough to give me toilet paper.

"Finished," I say, "Any hand sanitizer? Or Water or anything to wash my hands with?"

"No," he says and this makes me feel gross.

"Well, can I have something to eat? I'm hungry and if Ashley wants a healthy baby I have to eat," I say. I am far too weak to even think of escaping. I have to devise a plan to get out of here.

"Fine," he says grabbing my arm, "let's go."

"You don't' have to hold me like I'm an animal," I say, "I'm not going to run anywhere."

"Shut up, Natalie, I'm tired of your smart mouth," he says.

"I'm not being smart," I say, "I'm just saying I'm not going to run. Where am I going to go? We're in the middle of nowhere."

"Fine," he says letting go of my arm, "but if you try you know what will happen."

"I know," I say as I follow him out of the barn. "Why are you doing this, Max?" I ask as we walk to the house for me to eat.

"Because Natalie, you made a fool of me. You embarrassed me in front of my friends and family."

"Max, you embarrassed yourself," I say.

"Yet you were the one that was sleeping with another man, pregnant with another man's baby and tried to pass it off as mine I think you made the fool out of me," he says, "and I was stupid enough to believe you."

"Whatever, Max, what I did was wrong but what you're doing right now is wrong. How can you keep me away from Angelina knowing how much she loves me? How can you hurt her like this?"

"I don't care about Angelina," he says, "I don't care."

"You do care about Angelina," I say as I look at him. "You do care."

"Natalie, shut up before I make you shut up. I don't want to talk anymore."

"Fine," I say as we enter the house. He leads me over to a table and the first thing I am thinking is how much this reminds me of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It is very uncomfortable. I sit down at the table and he begins to get me something to eat. I watch him prepare me a sandwich to make sure he doesn't do anything to it like poison it. He brings it over to me and I say, "thanks."

"You're welcome," he says. "Do you want a drink?"

"Please.. milk," I say. I am starving. I watch him as he pours me a glass of milk. "Why are you being so sweet right now?"

"Nat, don't start with the questions. I'm doing what I need to do," he says handing me a glass of milk. "Just leave it at that okay?"

"Whatever," I say as Ashley bursts into the kitchen.

"What the hell is going on here? Why isn't she tied up?" I can see the rage on her face and she is very angry with Max. I think John and I were wrong about her she is more than a bit crazy she is completely off her rocker living in a different world crazy.

"Relax, Ash, she's not going to go anywhere. She was hungry," says Max.

"She eats in the barn. You don't bring her in here where there are knives and weapons. You feed her in the barn. She eats, sleeps and does everything in the barn. She stays tied up."

"Ashley," I say, "I'm not going to run anywhere. I'm 25 weeks pregnant, we're in the middle of nowhere; I think it's safe to say that I'm not going to run anywhere."

"Shut up. The only reason you're still here is because of that baby," she says, "and once you have that baby you're gone. I need that baby to get John back."

"Ashley, John doesn't want you back. If John wanted you he wouldn't have left you but he left you because he doesn't want you," I say. "I'm sorry. The truth hurts but John doesn't want you."

"Shut up," she says before backhanding me in the face. "He doesn't want me because of you. You took him away from me. It is your fault," she says, "and once you're gone he will have no other choice but to come back to me where he belongs especially once I have his baby."

"Ashley, he knows you weren't pregnant. He is going to know my son isn't your baby," I say as I rub my cheek. I feel wetness and realize that it's the blood on my hand from my cheek. Her wedding ring cut my cheek.

"I am pregnant," she says with a deranged smile and rubs her belly. "I'm having a baby boy."

"Ashley," I say, "you're not pregnant."

"Shut up yes I am," she says, "and when John meets our son he will take me back." I almost feel bad for her she actually snapped. "We're going to be a happy family." She has a sick smile on her face one that is mixed with crazy.

"Okay," I say. I choose my words carefully because I don't want her to do anything crazy. My goal is to get out of here alive or to at least be alive when John finds me. I know he's looking for me and I know he will find me. I just want this all to be over.

"Eat!" yells Max.

"Okay," I say as I eat. I waste no time eating my sandwich and drinking down my milk. After I eat Max takes me back to the barn and he ties me back up but not till after he rapes me. I cry as he ties the ropes so tightly on my wrist that they burn and I can feel my skin ripping. He continues on as he ties my feet together just as tightly as my wrists. I can't help but to cry. I have nothing else to do.

"Stop crying," he says as he kisses my forehead. "Stop crying."

I do nothing but cry and he gets so fed up that before I know it I am knocked out.

*A/N: So what did you think please review and thank-you for reading.