'Ow, ow, ow, fuck!' I thought to myself after finally waking up. But where was I? I had no clue. Lifting my head up, my head pounding, blood dripping down my lip, I look around. Concrete. A very tiny window. Moonlight. "Awww SHIT!" I yelled.

“HEY!" One of the bandits yelled. "SHUT IT!" I roll my eyes and try to break free, but my hands were tied above my head, and my feet chained to the ground. I groan quietly. Slowly, I look around again for anything to grab and pick the locks of what was holding me. It wasn't rope, that's for sure. I cough gently and sigh. I kept looking around, until I heard a door click and open. I look to see the leader of the bandits and I glare at him.

"Mornin sunshine!" He laughed slyly. I roll my eyes.

"Its nighttime moron,” I say and soon got slapped.

"Speak when I say!" He growled and I huff. He then forced me to look at him. "Now. You're probably wondering why you're here, huh?" He asked. "Because your becoming our PET!" He laughed.

"NEVER!" I scream and headbutt him. He held his nose, and looked at the blood that came from it. He growled and grabbed my throat, causing me to gasp as I’m trying to get air back. He then punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and I grunt while also coughing.

"Step out of line again, and you’re fucking dead." He said and I look at him flipping him off. He grabbed my finger slowly bending it back to the point of breaking it. When I felt the crack and the heard the loud sound, I bite my lip refusing to scream. He then held my throat again and got close to my face. "Let's start to break you,” he growled and snapped his fingers, his buddies grabbed sharp things ranging from a whip to a knife, and started the "fun". The loud crack of the whip hit me and I hit my head on the wall as I still refused to scream. This went on for hours.

I stood there, tears of pain in my eyes, he laughed softly. "I think that's enough for tonight." He said and grabbed my cheeks making me look at him. "Tomorrow I won't be as nice." He said and left after tossing my head to the side, the other two following him out, leaving me to look at the ground, spitting blood out of my mouth. It landed on the ground and I stared at it. My clothes were torn and covered in blood, my body hurting from the torture it obtained. I slowly close my eyes hearing a faint whisper. I just stood there, my body weak from the strength I used to not scream. I soon was able to make out a few words, the voice strangely feminine.

'Make....them....pay.'

Lifting my head, I look around, then see something shine in the moonlight. ‘There's no way for me to grab it.’ I then look at my hands. "Wait...." I say and close my hands, not in a fist, but to the point where my thumb and pinky almost touch. Slowly, I twist my hands and bring them down gasping and biting my lip in pain. Once they both were free, I rub my hands as they were now bruised. I fall to my knees and start coughing harshly. Dehydration. Just what I needed. I slowly reach over grabbing the shiny thing. A screw. I grin before hiding it, and look down.

Weak. That is what I am. I'm weak. I close my eyes and cover them, tears falling. Then I remembered. The words my mom once said before she died.

'Weakness comes with strength. Weakness is something to embrace. Turn the weakness to strength.'

The words rode through my mind. I look up and I was in tears. 'What did she mean?' I thought to myself. Then I started picking at the locks and my legs get free. I crawl to the tiny window and stand up, my legs wobbling. I remember my mom also saying a song that she sang to me when I fell asleep. I open the window and look out it. "Fuck...its too small..." I mutter. I look around and crawl to the door trying to open it. "Locked. Fuck!" I say a bit too loud. I hear voices stop and footsteps coming down. I crawl away quickly, trying to find a place to hide, which only failed. I was grabbed and pinned to the ground by one of the goons, and I struggled.

"Say...the little bitch is out of their restraints?" He asked laughing. He grabbed my neck squeezing it and I gasp trying to breathe. "The boss ain't gonna be happy about this,” he laughed. The hand that belongs to the bandit kept getting tired, I felt my air supply become lower and lower. Then all I could hear were muffled voices, laughter, and taunting. I blacked out where I was.

The bandit who held my throat looked at me. "Oh I think I overdid it,” he said with a dark chuckle. My body was picked up and dropped onto a metal table a little too aggressively. They tied me down, with both rope and chains. Chains around my ankles and wrists, the rope around my neck. They looked at me and shrugged, walking away, waiting for me to wake up. The bandits laughed talking to each other. "They’re feisty." One of them said.
"Yes, but they'll become our pet." Another said with a deep chuckle and they all burst out laughing.

Not so long later, I woke up in pain. 'Not again...' I thought and tried to get out but failed. I look at the ceiling, and close my eyes. 'Fight to live,' I thought to myself. I sigh softly, and look around, well try to. I close my eyes, and keep trying to get free, in which I fail.

The bandits came back down and I look at them, not speaking. They all crowded around me, and grinned. "Good morning sunshine." The leader said above me and I look at him and spit in his face. He growled and tightened the rope around my neck, causing me to gasp for air. "Your gonna be here for a long time. Until you become our PET!" The leader yelled.

"N-never!" I scream weakly from the lack of air. I could feel the rope getting tighter and tighter as I try and yell but all I could hear was the leader laughing at my pity. Soon I heard loud machines going and feel the worst pain on my body.

This is my life..for a long time..just torture and no sleep. Fun huh? I can't give up yet. I won't. I will fight until I can't anymore!