Chapter 1: Blood Shed

I sat there, chained, bruised, bloody, to a brick wall of a basement. No escape, no way out of these chains. I've been fighting for hours, maybe even days, to not give in to this strangers' beatings and torture. This was never the first time. It's happened many times throughout my young life, since the age of 5, mental abuse, physical torture, drugs, you name it. I've learned the art of not giving in, because if I did, I would be in a lot worse position than I am now. People tell me I'm a freak because of the scars I have, but they all tell a story, a story of how I've survived countless tortures.

Now going back to the predicament I'm currently in. Let's just say my stupid ass tried to trust a very talkative guy at a cafe. He was nice, kind, someone I thought for the first time in these long 19 years that wouldn't try to hurt me. But boy, was I completely wrong. He turned out to be very sadistic, cold-hearted, and a brutal man.

We had walked out of the cafe together and said our goodbyes but when I had turned to leave, he grabbed my arm, pulled me into a nearby alleyway, and drugged me so I couldn't move which didn't work because I had gotten used to these type of drugs over the years. So he hit me in the back of the head with a lead pipe and dragged me into his car that was parked in the alley.

Then I woke up in this cold, dark basement where he came in and started cutting and torturing me while I held back screams, which as usual, pissed him off. So here I am now, chained here waiting for him to come back and do way worse things.

-Time skip a few hours later-

I don't know how long that was. But he did eventually come back. He walked up to me with a dark smile on his face.

"Hey pretty one~ Did you enjoy the little "break" I gave you?" He said huskily with made me very disgusted.

I spat in his face with a death glare.

"Oh, Sugar is being feisty~ I like that~" He smirked while trailing his fingers down my neck.

"Don't call me that you psycho! I'm not your little anything. And I would appreciate it if you stop touching me and stop thinking with your dick." I growled angrily while trying to kick him.

"Oh, but you're the one who made me feel like this. In those tight jeans and black shirt. Practically begging for attention. Come on Princess~ Make Daddy feel good and I'll let you go. I won't contact or bother you again and we can both forget this ever happened." He stared at my face as I grew red with anger.

"I will not do such things. Fuck off and just let me go! I'm sure you have many other girls in a whore house somewhere." I yelled with a face of stone.

"I wouldn't refuse if I were you Kitten~ If you don't then I'll just have to make your death a slow and painful one. And that would be such a waste of that sexy body and pretty face of yours~" He licked his lips at the thought of it.

"I rather die than do anything with a disgusting freak like you!" I growled out more.

"Seems you're not at level head. I'll give you one hour alone to think about your true answer. Please me and live. Or Die. I'll be back by the hour Princess~" He left and me hanged there crying my eyes out.