Its dark down here. My whole body on fire and I can feel the blood dribbling down my abdomen where a fresh scar will be soon.

Cohen wont give me anything to patch it up saying I was to disgraceful to even have properly treated wounds and to heal like the bitch I was.

It didn't really make sense to me but hey what am I going to do, I am chained to the basement floor with literally no way out.

Even if I did get out of the chains there's five different locks on the door, all thanks to Cohen.

Paranoid much.

I can hear him upstairs with his friends, friends that are even more vile than him.

And that's saying something

Whenever they're over I barricade the door making sure none of them can get in, but tonight I cant.

I cant move enough to reach the door my body taking to much abuse that I don't even know if I'll be alive in the morning.

Cohen caught on.

After the first three years of barricading the door Cohen started to beat me senseless the morning of when they would come, except last year he didn't beat me hard enough considering I still managed to barricade the door even though it took everything I had in me.

This year though he went all out, every ounce of strength was poured into my beating and its shows as I lay on the dirty mattress with springs poking out at me.

It would have been easier to just take away all the furniture in the room, anything I could use to barricade the door but apparently his way is the 'fun way.'

I think we have two very different definitions of fun.

The louder the voices are, the more anxious I get.

It's a telltale sign that they're drinking more, getting drunker and drunker and soon enough they will be at the door.

His friends don't come around a lot, just one day a year, I don't know if it's the same day every year but I know its always around the time it gets hotter in the basement.

I try to get up again, try one more time to get to the door but my body gives up without so much of moving an inch forward.

In the werewolf books I read, they have magical healing abilities and sometimes I wish for that, to heal so fast.

Robert the Rabbit is in the corner, he has his own cage, food and water, something I was surprised Cohen had supplied.

The rabbit sanctuary is probably the nicest part of this room.

Cohen gave him to me a couple months ago, but you don't get given anything without a price and that price was my full discipline.

Sometimes I wish I didn't care about the rabbit, but my heart does emotional things, and it definitely beats for that rabbit.

I hear a crash up stairs and my body automatically flinches.

The heavy pound of footsteps is heard and they're coming closer and closer to the basement door.

My whole body is in panic, and once again I try to move, even just a little bit. Not towards the basement door though, no, I try to move away because him coming down those stairs is inevitable now.

I shuffle and I try hard enough to get myself into a corner, my vision is filled with spots and I'm light headed but I try to shake myself out of it.

That's when I hear it.

The door to the basement being slammed open.

No

Blonde hair comes into focus, dull blue eyes, and a sinister smile.

"Hello, babygirl," he slurs, "I've been waiting all night for this moment."

He doesn't even get to the bottom stairs before he starts to undo his belt buckle the sound traumatizing me forever.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO