*trigger warning, violence and abusive behavior*

Dallons pov:

I don't know how long I've been locked in here I'm starving. Every night Ryan has work he comes and beats me up. I'm too weak to try to fight back. He tells me how worthless I am, that Brendon doesn't love me, he's stopped looking for me and has another guy. I try so hard to talk barely being able to speak and ask Ryan for some food. He whips me with a belt and tells me I'm not allowed to ask for anything. He tells me in a pig and I always get what I want.

When Ryan leaves the room I look around for something. My eyes have adjust to the darkness of the room. In the corner behind me I can feel the exact-o knife I have hidden behind me that I've tried using to cut the hand cuffs loose.