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All I could hear were my own cries. I was in the complete dark when I woke up. I don't know if it is daytime or nighttime.

All I could think of was Diana and how she was protecting me. Or at least I think she was. I remember her trying to convince me to stay with her, and not to go somewhere by myself. But, me being so stubborn, insisted.

I could not bare to think of how worried she is. How worried my mom is. I haven't talked to her in a few days. How long have I even been here? It seems like forever.

I felt empty inside, like I had nothing. I missed my room. The bed I had. I don't even have a bed in here. All I can feel are chains on my left arm and right leg.

The ground was so cold, it sent shivers through my body.

I just noticed how hard I was crying. I was always getting myself into indecent situations, although the one with Diana was not as bad.

I kept wondering why I was even here. I could feel myself becoming more and more tired, but I forced myself to stay up. I wanted answers.

Although my voice was very raspy and groggily, I started screaming as loud as I could. I knew no one would probably help me, but I needed someone to come here.

When nobody bothered to come, I gave up and decided to try to fall asleep.

~*~

"She should be awake any minute. It has been 1 week; how long can someone stay knocked out for? This is ridiculous." I heard some men chatting as I started waking up.

When I allowed my eyes to flutter open, I noticed a very bright light. It took a minute to adjust my eyes to the light, but once I did I took in my surroundings. And, just as I thought, there was nothing in this room but the chains attached to me.

On of the tall men with brown hair noticed I was awake and turned to me and started smirking.

There was two other guys, all from the theatre. The one that I noticed looked like he felt bad for me was there. This time, he tried very hard to hide his own feelings and acted like he didn't care for s**t.

The guy with brown hair spoke to me in a rough voice. "Look who is finally f*****g awake. Took you long enough. The boss has been waiting for you for a while now. He is kind of upset with you, and just some advice, don't get on his bad side. You honestly will not like the outcome of it, and neither will he."

The blonde man who had a look of disgust spoke up and said "Leave her alone Marcus. She is already scared enough as it is. Lets just get her f*****g ready and take her to James I'm not in the mood for you to play games."

"Shut the f**k up, Nick. Grow some real balls and stop acting like a pussy." Marcus replied.

I knew their names, but I have yet to learn the name of the guy who had what looked like guilt on his face, the one that felt bad for me.

He has not said one word to anyone. I had a feeling he had a piece of a heart. The guys stopped bickering, and I was immediately fearful when they went for my chains.

I started to panic and try to kick them away, but Marcus just smacked me across the face. I touched the stinging part of my face with my available hand but it just made it hurt worse. I was crying once again.

"If that leaves a bruise, James is going to kick your ass. He already said we are not to harm her unless completely necessary, you f*****g dick." Nick said, directed at Marcus.

"I'm going to kick your ass if you don't shut the f**k up".

"Yeah, whatever."

"Are you going to just stand there or actually help us, Jamison? Were doing all the work while you just stand there looking stupid."

So his name is Jamison. Not like I needed to remember these names because I was going to get away soon.

Jamison started walking closer and unlocked my chains and pulled me up roughly. Then he turned away and walked out.

Marcus scoffed and Nick rolled his eyes. The way Marcus looked at me made chills run through me. I had a mixture of uncomfortable, scared, sad and nervous feelings.

They kept talking about this James guy, who I assumed is the boss. I have yet to see him, and I was most terrified to.

Marcus started to rip my shirt right off my body, and sobs started escaping my mouth. By the time every piece of clothing was off me, every part of my body was felt by Marcus.

Nick had left ten minutes earlier because he had another job to do. I was then left in the room, until a women walked in with a robe and made me put it on.

Her face was most delicate and innocent. She was not rough like Marcus, and she had not touched me in any way that was un wanted. She just took me to the room next door to bathe me.

When I was finished she made me put on these short grey shorts with a matching grey sports bra. I asked her if I could have something else to wear, something with  more coverage and she said she could not let me do that. That this is what "boss" wanted me to wear.

Who ever I was dealing with was a sick bastard. Made me feel more scared for my body than my life.

The women then French braided my hair and put makeup on my face.

When I looked in the mirror I looked different. Not because of my clothes or makeup, but because of my structure. I looked so drained. So unhealthy. I noticed how I looked a little skinnier.

I haven't eaten in more than a week, I remembered, and felt my stomach start to growl. I was starving and dehydrated, but didn't dare ask for food. For all I know, it may have some chemical in it.

She led me to these two big doors that were two hallways away from my room, and when I entered there was no one in there. When I heard the large doors shut and the loud bang it caused, I jumped a little.

I heard a low chuckle, and looked to the left to see the source of it. I saw a tall male figure. Very muscular it seemed, giving me no chance to escape. He had brown hair and green eyes. Everything on him was beautiful.

His voice was so smooth, but so demanding. "Hello Joanne. My name is James, it is nice to finally meet you". He said, finishing by flashing me a smile.