Three months. That's how long it's been since I was snached off my bed and was brought... here. Wherever here is.

The guards are careful not to give out any detail about where I am, how long I've been here or what they plan to do with me but thankfully, they're not too bright. They don't know that I can hear them talking in hushed voices. Or maybe they do know and just doesn't care about what I hear because there's no way I can tell on them.

I don't even care anymore, I'm done trying to figure out how to escape.

I rub my wrist carefully as I look at the new scar embedded on it. It could've been my escape if they weren't so keen on keeping me alive.

I sit in the corner of my confinement farthest from the door, my body locked together, trying to protect myself from who's about to come in despite the fact that I know I'm incapable of doing so.

I let out a sigh of relief when I see who came in.

He dropped a plate on the ground and tried not to look at me. I can see the guilt in the way he moves, the way he tries so hard not to look me in the eye.

I don't move a muscle and he scratched his head, unsure of what to do.

"Eat or they'll make you it. Just do what's good for you." He said and as if wanting to add something, he opens his mouth a couple of times but not sounds come out.

Instead, he walked slowly out of the confinement and left me alone.

I woke up when someone dragged me off my bed by grabbing my foot, I couldn't understand what was happening but instincts told me to kick and scream as loud and hard as I can and so I did.

As I was being dragged away, I caught glimpse of the clock on the bedside table, 4:03. I wondered what on earth would possess someone to do this kind of thing.

The possibilities of this being a joke had gone off the table, this is some serious crap and I am on the verge of a panic attack. I struggled and struggled to free my foot but it wasn't working.

"Let me go, please, let me go. I didn't do anything, please!" I kept begging before a hand was pressed against my mouth as I was finally hauled into a van.

I continued to struggle as I surveyed the situation. Driver is 1, on the shotgun seat was a girl glaring at me - she's 2, I got two huge guys next to me which counts 3 and 4. That basically means that I can't get away so I just screamed and screamed as loud as I could, someone please hear me.

"Quiet, girl, don't you want to keep your daddy company?" The guy on the left, four, said with full amusement.

"My dad?" I asked in horror. My dad is here too? What the hell is happening? "Where's my dad?"

He laughed and glanced at the back of the van, I followed his gaze and saw my dad unconscious with another guy that I didn't notice before, five, tying my dad's hands up. As far as I can tell, his mouth is bleeding and he had bruises all over.

"What did you do to him?" I screamed as I tried to get to my dad, someone was holding me back from reaching my dad.

I was struggling.

And there was laughter.

And that's the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

Two weeks into being held captive, the only thing keeping me sit straight are the ropes holding me. I've collapsed many times through the beatings - and other things - my whole body's bruised and my clothes have been shattered.

Before all of this happened, I was wearing a yellow summer dress that my father bought me, we ate dinner at one of the famous restaurants by the beach before I dozed off in my room and they took us. Now, that dress is ripped off and is scattered on the ground, replaced by a large t-shirt that one of them had thrown over me.

Sitting a few meters in front of me was my dad. He looked sadly at me with tears on his eyes. We were alone in the room, both tied on our individual chairs. And it was hopeless.

We were both helpless.

"Sweetheart....?" He called, his voice shaky, trying to see if I was already awake.

His eyes could barely open. He's too beaten, his eyes are hidden beneath two purple bruises that I doubted he'd even see anything.

"Dad?" I asked, my voice breaking, I wanted to cry but I'm already all out of tears.

I didn't know what to do, I just didn't know.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He apologized over and over, tears falling off his face, his voice breaking as he sobbed. "I'm so sorry I led you into this, I'm sorry."

I couldn't bear hear him apologizing anymore. I've never seen my dad break down and it's the worst torture I can ever go through. He tried to do the rght thing, I'm never going to forget that.

"I'm gonna die, aren't I?" I asked as I started to cry as well.

He didn't answer and I didn't need him to because I knew it. This whole thing isn't intended for me, it's for my dad. Every beating I get, every scream of pain I shout and every tears I shed, it's done in front of him to hurt him so that he'd be broken beyond repair when he gets out of this.

Because he's the one who'll get out of this, I'm going to die and stand as a warning that he or anybody else should never cross these men ever again. I'll be the biggest torture he'll suffer through and that's the only reason I'm still alive right now.

"I'm sorry.." He cried again and again.

"Dad, don't..." I begged him. "Just, stop saying that, I forgive you, you wanted out and you stopped, you did the right thing, I'm not mad." I honestly wasn't, I didn't have the energy to be angry at him, not when I know what's to come.

"Look where the right thing got us." He muttered helplessly just as the door opened.

"We got some family bonding here, I see."

Marcus. The biggest asshole in this entire shitty compound. Or maybe I just think so since he's just always the one that comes here just to let my dad see how helpless he is no matter ow much money he has.

He stood in the middle, so that me and my dad could both see him clearly. He smirked at us both, playing with his favorite knife. I stared hatingly at the knife to which I've got a fair share of bruises from. It wasn't stabs, just cuts they marked on my stomach and teasing stabs tha never got too deep.

I looked up at Marcus with a stare of utter loathing. If I can get my hands on the guy, I'd strangle him with my two own hands.

"Change of plans." He said almost as fast as he stabbed my father on the side. I screamed in horror along with my dad's cry of pain. He took another stab at my dad and I started struggling to get free so I can get to my dad.

"See, the original plan was you die and he lives." He stared at me as he circled around my dad, laughing hysterically. Freaking psychopath. "Then we figured he's no good to us alive, he'd probably just go to the cops and spill all our secrets as revenge since if you die, we'll have no leverage to use. so we'd just torture you instead." He pointed the tip of his knife right between my father's eyes. "While she watches." He stabbed my father's leg and he cried out in pain. "I mean, the girl knows what goes on in here and how powerless she is and she doesn't know anything about us so that's a plus plus. The best part? She's not gonna talk cause she knows what'll happen if she does."

I did know what they'll do all too well for my liking. I glared at him, I was just as powerless as he have pointed out. I wanted so badly to hate my dad for bringing us into this but at this point neither of us know who's gonna live that I can't bear blame him.

"Glare all you want, darling. But see, that ain't gonna do anything helpful." He laughs one last time before leaving.

Whatever.

All I can hope for is to see Jerry, he's the only good guy here. At least he'll give me food, since apparently, no one wanted us fed. And he'd help my dad, not much but just enough that it wouldn't be obvious. He'd helped us like that multiple of times.. but Jerry didn't come that day, nor did he ever come back again.

I had to suffer the next 5 days watching my dad die a slow and painful death and they didn't make it easy for him either, they'd come in our room and toy with my dad, slap him, kick him, make fun of him and stab him, but they didn't do anything to make him die faster. And him finally dying is all I can wish for because I can't spend another day, another hour, another minute or even just another second watching him slowly and painfully slip off this world.

If I tell you honestly, I wish I have a knife and just end him.. save him the suffering. And then I'll kill Marcus. After that, they can kill me and maybe I'll even be grateful.

As if fates aren't cruel enough, my clueless father decided to give me his last parting words and decided that the best words to say was, "I'm just glad that you'll live, that's all I can wish for." Followed by, "I love you."

Of course each word he said, blood came dripping down his mouth but that isn't the cruel part. Because the cruel part is that he basically told me that his death wish is to keep me alive when all I wanted was to die with him because how will I live after this? And why would he want me to live after this?

I didn't dare hope for them to let me go because I knew they wouldn't, they were having too much pleasure with me around. They get to have a defenseless girl whenever they want, that's like heaven for them. I keep wishing day by day that I'll finally die but they did everything to keep me alive. Worst, they started feeding me which meant they're planning to keep me much longer.

The next week into my capture, which would make it a month, they'd let me roam around to clean after them but I just, I know I'm going to die anyway so I did something to pissed them off pretty bad. It only resulted with me getting thrown into their interrogating room, it reeks of death and when I looked around, I found out why.

About a dozen dead bodies lied there, one of them was my dad's and one of them was Jerry's. That one good guy that tried to help me, dead. I walked over to my dad's body, kneeled in front of it and wept as I hugged his lifeless body. I didn't care if he's rotting, I barely cared about anything anymore but I did care about my dad and how much I wish that he could've at least lived if I was to still suffer.

The door that held me hostage in this room opened and Marcus stood in front of it. "New orders, darling, you're getting freed." He opened the door widely, enough for me to get out to. But then a smirk slips on his lips and closed it, locking us both and the dozen dead bodies inside the room. "On second thought, maybe I could get just one last round with you before you leave." And he walked over me then, tugged me away from my dad and ripped off my clothes. He gripped my hair and forced me to kiss him, I did as he wished because who was I kidding, they've used me enough times to know that struggling would just mean much more punishment.

After he was done with me, he didn't bother clothing me but he did give me one last warning "You don't call the cops against us." And then he shoved me into the van where my nightmare began.

They blindfolded me as the car moved and threw me onto the street when we finally arrived at the destination, I was naked with only a piece of cloth that covered my eyes but I didn't care, I only cried.