Week One

Jack.

He wore dirty grey shorts, his legs covered in bruises and scratches, a navy blue sweatshirt and a pair of broken glasses next to him on the floor. His hair was a mess and helped cover his face. I was filled with curiosity, my urge to walk up to him was hard to resist.

"Hey," I found myself saying as I approached him slowly, causing him to flinch as he looked up at me. He glared up at me with his shiny blue eyes for a second, but when I furrowed my brows he went back to hiding in fear.

"Whatever it is you plan on doing to me.. please make it quick.. I can only handle so much anymore." I blushed when I heard the accent clearly. It was Irish. I forgot how much I loved men with thick accents. Most of my ex boyfriends were from some foreign country- Bad time.

"No. No. Don't be afraid. I'm a prisoner here. Like you... I assume. I'm Y/n. What's yours?" I asked, holding a hand out to him. He looked at my hand and then up at me, giving me a good look at his face. Blue eyes, thin lips, a not so fresh shave and a black eye which was indeed black and blue. He looked down at the ground, thinking as I left my hand out to him, waiting for his name.

Finally he reached out and took my hand, which I realized was a lot smaller than his. He sighed and said, "I'm Sean.. But Mark prefers me to be called Jack. Whichever you prefer."

"Well, Sean, it's nice to meet you." I smiled at him, but only received a slight nod from him.

"Amy!" He suddenly yelled, not loudly, but enough for the blonde to hear him. She groaned and slowly sat up, stretching to reveal that she was as bruised as Sean. I instantly felt bad for both of them.

"What?" She asked and eyed him with an irritated look, when she spotted me, standing there in his cell. She instantly sent a sympathetic frown my way and stood up, running a hand through her seamless hair, "So you're the new member? A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Amy. Mark's...... eh hem... wife..."

"I'm Y/n.. Um...Wife?" I asked. I flinched when I hand landed on my shoulder. Sean's slender yet long fingers brushed against my skin. I looked back at him, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes were slightly closed and dazed as he returned the stare.

"Mark calls her his wife.. she was the first victim." He said quietly as he walked past me and to the edge of the cell, grabbing the poles that were close enough together so that you couldn't get through them, "She's his favorite..."

"Um... I don't understand.. What's going on here? What's with this place? Why are we in the middle of no where?" I had so many questions, but I knew they didn't know everything. Amy however seemed to know something as she sighed, "Months ago, Mark.. found me. He tricked me into going with him and so I'm here. I replaced a girl who hung herself because she couldn't handle the part. Se-Jack is his son. He came a few weeks ago. He treats us like shit but calls us his little family. I guess he wanted a daughter. I feel bad for you. The last girl who was here was the daughter and... she disobeyed too many times.."

I bit the inside of my cheek as I turned towards the door and looked at the lock. I narrowed my eyes, "That asshole.. he did this to you guys? We gotta get out of here."

"Don't." This time Sean spoke up and I could feel a presence behind me, "If he catches you.. He will beat all of us. I can't take another beating today." I tensed up at his words and turned to see his back to me. He walked away from me before he reached down and grabbed a white chalk I hadn't noticed before.

"How many days has it been now, Amy? 33? I think that's it.."

"Yeah.. I'm going on 100 in two days.." Amy said as she watched Sean draw a tally next to the two already on the wall. Bunches of fives were scattered around the wall above the bed. That's when I noticed there was only one bed in the cell. It was a twin size, so there was no way we could share it.

"I'll sleep on the floor," I said, earning his attention. He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I pointed to the small bed, "It's too small for both of us. Unless that douche bag plans on bringing down another."

He shook his head, "He'll have you sleep in the bed. He usually likes his daughter more than his son."

I hated these awful family terms they were using. Amy saying how she was a wife to that bastard, and how Sean is beaten up son. And me! His daughter! The nerve he had! I was getting us all out. No matter what it takes.

"I won't accept it. You get the bed. I don't get a shit about what that kidnapper has to say." I said, crossing my arms as I sat down on the concrete floor. Sean looked shocked at me, but then sighed as he sat down on the other side of the cell.

"You're brave. This may be the only time in you're life where someone will tell you not to be." He said as he crossed his arms, looking up at me, tiredly.

I scoffed and stood back up, putting my hands on my hips, "You have to be brave through times like this. Don't let assholes like him scare you!"

"You don't understand Y/n. Mark is... scary.. He isn't afraid to smack you for talking back. Well.. especially to anyone unfortunate enough to end up in that cell." Amy said, daring to look at the entrance.

I shook my head, "Even if I was his kid, he can't treat me like that! I won't listen to him! He can suck my nonexistent dick!"

"Do not use that tone of voice towards your daddy, sweety. He doesn't like naughty little girls."

I tensed at the loud booming voice. I dared to look back at the man and when I did, I found him right in front of me. A smirk plastered on his soulless face.

"Hello my dear."