I sighed and got up. I left the room with tears going down my face as I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

I look different without my makeup on, my out-of-date clothes, and my usual leather bag. I look weird with my hair natural and down, instead of me frying it every day with a hair straightener.

I never realized it, but I am slowly changing. I'm slowly changing for him. I've changed because my kidnapper wanted me to; the man who framed my death, the man who has tortured me. I HAVE makeup here, and clothes that are more my style. I have a hair straightener and and my favorite leather bag. I just don't use them anymore.

Well, now is the time. I'm going back to the way I used to be.

I started off by washing the tears off my face and washing my face so I didn't have puffy eyes. I got my Mascara and eyeliner out, applying it to my eyes. I looked at myself, halfway there. I began to straighten my hair until it hand no waves in it and it was pin straight. I applied some lip balm to my lips and let it dry for a few seconds before applying a lipstick. I parted my hair down the middle, then brought two pieces back, securing it with a hair tie.

After that, I walked back into our room and went into our walk-in closet. I locked the door, ignoring Justin's soft knocks to let him in. I put on a crop top that went to my belly button and a high waisted skater skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. I finally looked like myself. I smiled and walked out of the closet to come face-to-chest with Justin.

He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist. "Selena?" He sighed in relief.

I sighed and mumbled, "What?"

"I'm sorry I did that, I didn-" he cut himself off, "What did you do to yourself?"

I looked at myself, "What do you mean? This is how I like to dress." I mumbled.

He shook his head, "I don't like it. It doesn't suit you. You are showing to much skin." I looked at him with shocked eyes. Who is he to judge?

"Excuse you? You can't tell me what to wear. You're not my father, Justin. Who are you to judge me by what I'm wearing?" He looked at me, his eyes getting darker from me talking back, "I mean look at you, you're shirtless and your sweats are sagging so low they might as well me off! It's obvious you're a man-whore. Go whore around with somebody else and let me go back home." I spat back, feeling confident.

Suddenly, I felt my head hitting the wall and arms wrapped around my neck. "Shut the fuck up Selena! YOU'RE MINE. I can tell you to wear whatever the hell I want you to. I could tell you to walk around in your underwear for the day, but I have respect, unlike you. I'm done being easy on your sweetheart, it's not going to be easy anymore. Every time you defy a rule, you get punished. Understand?"

I glared at him and nodded my head, purposefully breaking a 'rule' just to piss him off.

He smirked. "You're not going to win this time sweetie." He said evilly.

He pulled back and threw me on the bed leaning down and towering over me. He straddled my waist. "You're so beautiful..." he murmured against my lips before slapping me across the face. He got off me and pulled me off the bed and onto the ground, ending the abuse with a kick to my ribs.

With that, I watched him walk out of the room with tears in my eyes. My ribs were sore and I could feel blood gathering on the floor beneath my head. I cringed as I tried to sit up, my ribs screaming at me. I put a hand on the back of my head and went to the restroom.

I grabbed a towel and used it to soak up the blood coming from my head, which was thankfully only a small cut, probably from a nail on the wall; hopefully it wasn't rusty. I inspected my face and I could see redness from his slap. I stare at myself and watch as a tear trails down my cheek. Funny how my body can show so much emotion when I don't feel anything at all.

I left the bedroom and walked down to one of the many guest rooms here. It was clean and smelled fresh, unlike Justin's room which smelled like his cologne.

I lay down on the bed and turn the T.V. on, trying to find something that would keep my mind off of my current situation. After not finding anything interesting, I leave the station on an infomercial about a vacuum and turn over on my side. I close my eyes and try to sleep, hoping I will dream about nothing terrifying.

After an hour or two Justin came in, slamming the door loudly. I sat up and watched as he turned the TV off, "Our room, now."

I stared at him blankly, "You know, we should buy a shark."

"What?" He asked, looking at me strangely.

"The vacuum," I said, pointing towards the tv.

He sighed loudly, "Now, Selena." He demanded.

I shrugged and walked to our room, him so close I can feel his breathe on my neck. I kept walking until I reached the door. Opening the large door, I walked in enough for him to close the door. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "I made up some new rules, I think it's time you learn them." He mumbled into my neck.

He slapped my butt a little telling me to walk, so I sat on the bed like I always did, him standing in between my legs.

We stared each other down. "1. You don't go into any rooms without my permission." He said, obviously mad I left our room to watch tv. I rolled my eyes and he slapped my thigh really hard. I winced. "2. No rolling your eyes. 3.You do EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING I tell you to 4. You are not to dress in anything like you did today, in fact, I threw it all away, you're only allowed to be natural." He stated before taking a breath, "I'm going to send you to school with the young gang members, you are too young to not be going to school."

I looked at him with my mouth open in shock. He just took away the last 4 pieces of freedom I had, and to top it all off, I get to go to school with a bunch of criminals... great. "You are seriously making me go to school?" I gaped at him.

"Yep. You're getting an education, even though you are already very smart. You might also want to get to sleep, school starts at 8 am and its 10 pm." He stated. He lightly patted my legs and walked out of the room. I just rolled over so I was on 'my' side of the bed.

I was just about to fall asleep when I felt Justin wrap an arm around my waist and nuzzle his nose into my neck. "Love you, I'm sorry baby." Justin whispered. I ignored it, and just fell asleep.