I stretch my arm and peer through the doorway, hoping no one is coming back. The men are in the kitchen, eating some of the soup I made last night. They sometimes make me cook for them, but they don't let me have any knives or sharp things, they buy everything pre cut or sliced, probably so I don't have the chance to hurt them.

They've got me tied to the coffee table where they were using me as a foot rest earlier. Mostly they just jabbed their heels into my stomach or face, trying to cause as much pain as possible.

They'd been gone for a couple minutes, and I noticed that Ryder left his phone on the chair he was using. My hands are tied, but the phone is right on the edge. I might be able to reach it if I try really hard and scoot the table forward a bit.

I stretch and wiggle my hands as much as I can, and finally grip the cellphone in my hand. It isn't even a smart phone, just one of those burner phones with actual buttons, but I quickly punch in the numbers I memorized the moment I got it, feeling my heart pumping in my chest as it rings.

It keeps ringing and I'm afraid he isn't going to pick up, but just before it cuts off to go to voice mail, I hear the voice I've been waiting to hear for weeks.

"Hello?"

I want to cry at such a simple word, but it's him, it's Ashton, and I remember how much I love him.

"Ash, it's Vi, please help," I plead.

"What's going on, is this a joke?" He asks, sounding like he doesn't believe me.

"No, p-please, they've got me, I need you to save me, please Ashton!"

"Vi, where are you, what's happening? Oh my god," I hear the panic in his voice, and I glance into the kitchen to make sure they don't hear me. I have to keep my voice down.

"I-I don't know, th-they don't let me out, I need you please," I sob quietly, trying to take a breath.

"Vi, I love you so much, please give me something,"

"It's always dark, but there's hardly any furniture in this room, and they k-keep me in the basement, usually, but it's not in the normal part, it's b--" I look up just in time to see a hand yank the phone away from me and slap my face. I wince at the burn, but it's not the worst I've gotten and it's not the worst I will get. Ryder is not going to be happy about this.

"Stupid bitch, you're going to be punished for that." Ryder yells at me, punching me right in the stomach. I try to double over, but the ropes keep me from moving, and now there's just a dull ache spreading across my chest.

"Don't touch her you big oaf!" I hear Ashton yell from the other end of the phone. I smile at his defense, but I know he can't help me right now.

The other man makes his way out of the kitchen and into the room. I gulp as he walks in and stands over me, pulling a small knife from his pocket. Oh god, not this again. The cuts still haven't healed from last time.

"I'll do what I want with your pretty girl, after all, she was mine first." Ryder sneers. "You'll never get her back now, she's ours forever." He hisses into the phone, and I shudder at his words. The other man, whom I call Jacob since I don't know his real name (that was Ryder's best friend in school) surprises me by not slicing into my skin, but cutting the ropes from my rubbed raw wrists and ankles.

"Hm," Ryder presses a hand to his face in mock concentration before saying ,"Pass. Goodbye." and hanging the phone. He slips it into his pocket and turns to face me. "Oh, little girl, you have no idea how much trouble you're in right now."

"Let me go," I beg, trying to stand up but my legs don't work and my arms start to tingle as blood returns to my body.

"Why would I do that, when we're about to have so much fun?" He grabs me by my hair and drags me to the basement; I can't keep myself standing, I think I was tied to that table for about 10 hours, and he drags me down the steps, my knees and shins knocking into the steps and causing sharp pains to shoot up my entire body as the pins and needles start.

I wince, but try to act like he isn't hurting me as I try to stand once we make it to the bottom. I try to pull away, but he keeps a firm grip and I see Jacob following behind us, twirling his knife around in his hand. There's nowhere for me to go.

Ryder drags me over to the wall, ripping my clothes off and tugging my hands up so Jacob can fasten the chains around my wrists. They're already bloody and bruised from constantly being bound, but I hardly feel that pain anymore.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask. That phone call with Ashton was all I needed to bring my courage back. I know he's going to find me, so as long as I keep fighting, I'll be okay.

I'd been fading fast recently, but hearing Ashton's voice brought my spirit back. He's all that I need.

"Oh, confident Vi is back," he takes the knife from Jacob and lightly traces my collarbone. I close my eyes and focus on not flinching when I feel the tip dig into my skin, warm blood dripping down my chest. "I like confident Vi."

"Get the other chains." Ryder commands Jacob, who I hear move around, clinking the heavy chains around. Suddenly I feel cold metal against my thigh as it slices through my skin.

I cry out, trying to think of Ashton instead of the torture I'm currently being put through. Hopefully he'll be able to find me soon.

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I don't like this chapter. My poor bb :(

I don't think I can end on a note like this...check back later tonight for a double update. I'm gonna do my best to update again ASAP. I need something besides this lol