Joey's P.O.V.

   My eyes pop open as I feel a sensation of pain burning on my neck. Preston his hanging over me like a hungry lion, and I have a feeling he is about to pounce.

   "Stay fucking quiet or your pretty face won't be so pretty anymore," Preston whispers with the devil casted on his face. He takes out a switch blade and pulls it in my neck, pressing it there. He may have even broke the skin a little bit, probably to prove a point.
   "Get your fucking hands off of me before I kill your ass," I whisper, gritting my teeth to stop the rest of my anger from spilling from my throat.
   "Oh but baby, we have only started," Preston says standing up off of me, taking off his clothes. I look down at my already naked body, i'm tied to this fucking bed.

   "Where the hell did you get rope?" I whisper starting to freak out at this point.
    "That is not important. What is important is your beautiful, fragile body. I can see what Daniel really wants from you now," Preston says laying back on top of me.

   He pushes his lips against mine, instantly licking my mouth trying to get me to open. I try to fight it, swishing my head from side to side. After a few failed attempts, he grabs my neck and squeezes, laughing and his grip gets tighter.
   "I thought the choking would come later, you're a very difficult boy," he says kissing down my neck, sucking hard and biting. It got to the point that a tear fell down my cheek and I began to break down.
   "Please. S-stop," I say as his venom envelops my body, making me scared to death. Preston slaps me across the cheek, sending a jolt of pain through my jaw.
   "I want to make you feel good first. I know no one has ever done this with you," Preston says going down south. I didn't want it to end up like this.
   "Preston, please. Stop," I say my voice croaking as a mixture of anger and fear run through my veins. He flips me over and adjusts the ropes, leaving them a bit tighter than before.
   "So beautiful," he says trailing his hands down from my neck, over my back, and then resting his hands on my ass. I never wanted my first time having sex to be rape. T-this was never how it was supposed to happen.

   "Stopppp!" I whisper yell, tugging at the ropes that are holding me to this bed.
   "I'm almost done, baby," he says pushing it in even harder than the time before. I feel a warm liquid fill inside me as he screams a string of curse words.
   "Leave me alone," I whisper as another string of tears falls down my cheeks and my throat becomes bone dry.
   "Baby, you aren't even aroused anymore. Oh well, I wasn't going to make you cum anyways," Preston tells me standing up from the bed and cleaning himself up.

   I struggle at the ropes a bit more and eventually get one hand undone. Preston had already fallen asleep so I could possibly get out of this. I reach over and untangle the ropes around my other hand and then do the same to my two ankles. I look in the mirror to see that I have 4 rope bruises plus all the places where he hit me, choked me, kissed me too hard.

   I wash off what I could in the sink, but I still feel filthy from him touching me. I splash my face with water and get my clothes back on, I found them thrown on the floor from when Preston must have undressed me in my sleep. I walk over to the cell door and begin to look around for someone to help me.

   I keep looking until I feel something sharp go through my right thigh, most likely touching the bone. I scream in pain and drop to the ground, clutching my legs trying not to pass out.
   "Trying to get help! Pathetic! Do you see your stupid boyfriend anywhere to save you?" He tells me kicking me in the side. I whimper in pain. He squats down and gets right in my face, smiles, and then sends an upper cut to my jaw. My teeth clank together and my vision goes fuzzy.
   "Why are you doing this?" I whisper as another string of pain erupts in my legs as he pushes the knife in further.
    "My point has been proven," he says again. A string of anger rushes through my body and I punch him in the eye. He holds it for a minute but then instantly lunges at me. I try fighting back but it was no use. I hear the sliding of the cell door and then I feel Preston get lifted off me, the guards are here.

   "Shut down this sector. Don't send anyone out," my guard says into his little radio. I can here the chanting and screaming and banging coming from throughout these halls. We must have started a riot of some sort. I grip my leg as my guard picks me up and carries me somewhere. We seem to be walking for quite some time and we pass the cafeteria. I look over to see Daniel sprinting towards me with the most terrified expression dripping on his face.

   "Joey!" He yells taking me out of the guards hands, but we continue to walk with the guard.
    "I'm so glad you're here," I whisper to him, he shifts his arms under my leg causing me to cry out on pain from the knife that is touching down to the bone.
    "Sweetheart, what happened?" Daniel asks me as he takes notice to all the cut, bruises, and of course the knife that are tracing my body.
    "I don't want to talk about it right now," I tell him holding back my tears because at this point, i'm so tired of crying.

    We make it to what I assume is the hospital inside the jail. And now, to get this shit out of my leg.