My stomach was growling, I was a lot hungrier now. It's been two or three days probably, it's hard to tell. But I was hungry. God, hungry. What I wouldn't do for some cake from the bakery.

I opened my eyes when I heard the door open. I sat up looking up at Sleepy nervously. I was just tired and if I couldn't go home then I would rather just be left alone down here, no matter how scary it was here. I couldn't even cry anymore.

"Let me go home," I begged, my voice cracking.

Sleepy raised his eyebrows with a smirk. Oh god, they all had those same smirks and I hated it so much.

"Are you going to eat?" He asked.

I shook my head and he sighed before leaving. I sniffled, laying on my back awkwardly on my tied hands, closing my eyes. I ignored it when the door opened again but then freezing cold water was dumped on me.

"You smell like piss," Sleepy said before dropping the bucket and leaving again.

I licked my lips and let out a little whimper. I looked down, seeing the pool of water on the concrete floor. For a moment I thought about drinking it before shaking my head. It was on a dirty floor and was mixed with my urine. He was right, it did smell like piss in here but there really wasn't anything that I could do to help that. I was sat here in my own piss, nothing but miserable and humiliated.

I tried sitting up but I was tired. I picked myself up after a small struggle, looking at the bucket. There was still some water left at the bottom. I shook my head, turning away. I couldn't take anything from them, I had to wait until I got back to Frank. Would I go back to Frank after everything that I've learned? Was any of it even actually true? It couldn't be.

I took a few deep breaths, looking behind me to try and see my bound wrists. It was just out of my line of vision and I closed my eyes. I tried my best to just imagine myself somewhere else but I was tired. I curled up against the cold wall, which I was becoming more used to. Maybe this was just my fate, maybe I was never going to leave here again. I would be stuck here because the police was never going to come, Frank wouldn't risk getting in trouble even just to save my own life.

I was tired and dizzy, I wanted to go home. I wanted to see Mikey and make sure that he's okay. He had to be okay, I don't know what I would do if he wasn't. He was my little brother and although we argued I loved him so much, I didn't want anything to happen to him. What if he was okay? What if he was in the hospital and he was wondering where I was? Would Frank tell him the truth or would he just tell another lie?

I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I just stared at the wall in front of me, my head pounding. I would love to have some tylenol right now, I would love anything to make me better. I pulled my knees up to my chest before laying back down on my side. My arms and my legs hurt, I hadn't been able to move them properly for so long.

It was a few hours before the door opened again and I let out a whimper when I saw the camera again. Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit up. I sniffled, staring at the camera that was turned on and I saw the laptop that I knew was calling Frank.  I didn't know if I was scared of hearing his voice again or if I wanted to have that comfort again.

"Baby!" Frank gasped. "Oh, Baby, it's okay."

I looked down, closing my eyes. There was a moment of comforting relief but then the questions just filled my brain again and I wasn't sure if I could actually trust him as much as I thought I could.

"Baby, it's okay, I'm gonna get you back," he said softly.

"You know what we want," Grumpy said.

"I-I can't," Frank said quietly. "I can't give it to you, you know that."

Grumpy nodded, giving a small, exaggerated sigh. Happy grabbed me, picking me up to stand me up, holding me in place. I sniffled, looking at Grumpy nervously as he pulled out a knife.

"N-no," I cried. "No, please."

He ripped off my shirt and I sobbed, trying to push my body against the men holding me so that way hopefully I could get out of their hold but it was no use. They were bigger and stronger and than me and I couldn't get away.

"Stop it," Frank said. "Don't touch him. Don't hurt him or else I swear I will fucking kill all of you."

I tried pulling away but they held me tight as Grumpy stepped closer. I cried, shaking my head. Hot, white piercing pain washed over me as he stabbed me in the stomach. My voice cracked and my throat burned as I screamed. They dropped me to the ground and I sobbed, waves of pain washing over me as I laid on my back in anguish.

"I didn't hit any vital organs," Grumpy said as he looked at the camera. "You have about a day before he bleeds out and dies. If you don't comply then we'll tie his body to weights and dump him in the middle of the ocean. You won't get to see him again, he won't get a funeral. His family won't know what happened to him and you won't be able to tell them while grieving about their missing child. And he won't get a burial, his body will just rot alone at the bottom of the ocean."

"I can't give you what you want," Frank said, his voice wavering and I knew he was scared. "Please don't do this, please help him, he needs help. You can't leave him like this."

"Give us what we want," Grumpy ordered.

"Please, we can negotiate," he begged. "Please just negotiate, he needs help. You can't leave him here alone."

"We'll do something better," Grumpy said. "He won't be alone, you're gonna be here. We're gonna leave the camera here. You'll be able to watch him die slowly while listening to his screams but you won't be able to speak to him."

"Please," Frank whimpered. "No, please don't. Please don't do this."

I cried as they took away the laptop and left me alone with the camera pointing down at me. I could feel a warm puddle of blood building up around me but not big enough that I would die quickly. They  were leaving me here for a slow death, Frank had a limited amount of time to give them what they want or else I would die.

Waves of pain were still washing over me, My insides burning. I sobbed, laying on my back. I looked down at my bloody stomach, hoping that it would be better if I laid on my back. The waves of pain didn't seem like it was going to go away anytime soon. It made the whole basement seem darker and colder. Nothing but pain was riveting in my body, I needed something to feel better. Anything at all.

I wished my hands weren't tied behind my back so I could used my shirt to press it against my wound to try and help myself. I moved slightly and cried out in pain. I tried to pick my shirt up with my feet to try and toss it onto the wound but I was in too much pain to ever do that and I just cried louder.

I looked at the camera and could imagine Frank crying and begging for help. I could imagine him trying to talk to me, trying to send me reassuring words but I wasn't able to hear him at all. I looked down at my abdomen, red streaking it. Oh god, I just wanted Frank to help me, I didn't want to die here alone in this basement. I didn't want my body to be left in the ocean. But Frank didn't seem like he wanted to give them what they wanted, maybe he would just let me die to save his business.

"P-please," I whimpered. "Please help me, Daddy."

I sniffled, biting my lip. My body began to tremble from the pain, sweat lightly forming on my skin. I sniffled, looking around for anything to help me. But I couldn't do anything with my hands tied, I had to just lay here on my back, waiting for either Frank to save me or for me to go meet a watery grave.

"I-it hurts," I cried. "Frank, Frankie please help me."

Maybe if I begged more than Frank would give them something to just help me and get me back home. I never thought that I would be here begging Frank for my life.

"Mikey needs help," I whispered.

I sniffled as a sort of numbness started to wash over me and I was thankful that it didn't hurt so bad and I relaxed a bit on the concrete floor. After awhile I realized that it was just unconsciousness slowly washing over me. I tried to stay awake, I knew I should. But soon the room was silent other than random, quiet whimpers that fell from my lips every now and then.

I was just starting to fall unconscious when the door opened again. I let out a small mumbled, my eyes drooping. I didn't realize how cold I was until I felt the warm hands on me, carrying me out of the room. They put the gag back into my mouth again before I was put into the trunk of the car where I passed out just as they began driving.