I don't know how long I have been in this room, could've been hours, could've been days. I have no way to tell, no light source, just me and the cold cement floor.

I couldn't find happiness in this black hole, every time my eyes focused I could see a camera in the corner, mocking me, watching me whiter away in the dark cell.

I had no one, being alone wasn't something I wanted. Everyone in my life seemed to leave me except Megan for the longest time. I wished I could wake up from this nightmare, even if I were to end up in Trevor's Hell House, I would prefer that to this dark cold room.

The moment I hear the door squeak open, my head lifts up from where it was sitting on my knees. I watch as the dark figure makes its way towards me, it crouches down meeting my eyes.

A warm hand reaches up to my cheek, my body melting into it involuntarily the warmth. "Have you fixed your attitude yet, Lyla," he speaks, my name on his lips sounding like poison.

I lower my head away from his gaze not giving him an answer, I didn't want to be here, but I wasn't going to give in. As he had done the day before he got up without another word closing the door behind him. This happened again and again, I was only able to track the days by him coming and leaving, but this still could've been spaced out.

Slowly I started losing hope in myself, I was hungry and weak. My mind was slipping from my grasps, I couldn't hold onto hope anymore. I felt myself slump against the wall, numb. This was it, I let the numbness hold onto me. I preferred the numbness so I let it consume me.

I left myself being lifted up from the darkness, warmth had overcome me, as I lay limp in his arms, and then everything went black.

I found myself for the first time in a while waking up against something soft, but I knew that I was still trapped in the nightmare when I opened my eyes and found myself lying in an unfamiliar bedroom. I let my eyes to the brightness of the room, a tray of food sitting on the coffee table in the far corner of the room.

I felt a rush of adrenaline, my body throwing itself off the bed. I felt my legs go weak, I could barely walk. I made my way slowly over to the table, the food looked divine. At that moment I went against myself, eating the food. I needed something to stop the hunger within my stomach that caused aches every time I moved.

"Someone was hungry," the voice taunted causing my head to shoot up. His brown eyes were staring at me, causing my skin to crawl.

Fear crept up behind me as he stalked towards me, grabbing my chin roughly with his hand, his laugh filled the room. I watched as his eyes scanned my body, his eyes filled with hunger. He ripped me away from the couch where I sat, throwing me onto the bed. I closed my eyes waiting for something to happen, when nothing did I opened my eyes.

He was gone, and there was a soft knock at the door before it opened.

A girl with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes walked into the room closing the door behind her, she looked several years younger than me, maybe 17. Her voice soft, "Lyla?"

I gave her a small nod before she continued, "My name is Adrianna. Lorenzo had informed me that he had gotten another girl, yet I hadn't seen you, I overheard them talking about you being locked up until now." She approached the bed taking a seat beside me.

"I'm sorry that you're here, I know it's awful but I'm kind of glad I'm not alone anymore." She mumbled, not making eye contact. She then turned her head glancing at me, I felt my heartbreak, the bruises along her neck. It reminded me of what Trevor used to do.

She set a dress down on the bed beside her, "this is the uniform, it's not much, but it's what he demands."

"How long have you been here?" I questioned, my voice not sounding like my own.

She stiffened at my question, "2 years," her voice barely a whisper.

I felt horrible for her, being here for 2 years all alone. I wouldn't have made it that long without losing hope, but her eyes still glistened with hope. This was worse than Trevor's Hell House, at least I had freedom there.

"What do we do?" That question had been floating through my mind since I was on the plane.

What the fuck did he own me for.

"Mostly do whatever he needs, sometimes that's cooking and cleaning, and other times it's.." She paused which gave me my answer, the only answer that terrified me.

A slave, for his pleasure.

I wanted to just let the numbness consumed me, but I needed to get out of here.

"Have you ever tried to leave?"

"Once I tried, but he'll catch you. There are guards and cameras everywhere, there's no way to get out of the house without someone knowing, and the pain that he'll put you through isn't worth it. Believe me." Adrianna replied.

I grabbed her hand, "we are going to get out of here I promise." If I couldn't be strong for myself, I was going to be strong for her.

She gave me a sad smile, "why don't I show you around."

She let me change into the provacadov uniform, that barley covered my ass. This was torment, my thoughts lingered to Easton. I told him I was leaving, yet now I was trapped by a monster.

I wanted to let him explain, but everytime the pictures flashed in my mind, my heart ached.

My thoughts continued to whirl as Adrianna showed me around the building. The house was silent, it seemed as though no one was around, which calmed my nerves. As we turned a corner of the winding hall Adrianna skreched.

I watched as her hair was pulled down, and his lips roughly attached to hers. I could tell that she didn't enjoy it, there was fear in her eyes that were wide open.

He pulled her head towards his lips, "make me lunch, now!"

His eyes glanced at me once again as he scanned over my body. His eyes made me want to disappear, let myself be unseen. When his eyes met mine, he smirked before turning away from us, letting Adrianna go.

"Come on," she spoke softly before moving towards the kitchen. I made my way behind her, minutes later she had made a sandwich.

"You should probably stay in your room until tomorrow, " she muttered before walking past me out of the kitchen.

I resisted the urge to explore the building. I made it back to my room only getting lost once.

I laid down on the bed, tears streaming down my face. I let them fall, I couldn't stop them.

The pent-up anger, sadness, and fear. I wanted to feel safe again, yet there was no safe place.

There was a sudden hard knock at the door. I sat up on the bee wiping the tears from my cheeks, I expected Adrianna when I opened the door, but I was greeted by a large man.

"The boss wants to see you."

"No thanks, " I glared at him shutting the door, but not before his foot stood in the way.

"It wasn't a fucking question," he growled. I felt myself being picked up, I flailed from his arms scream, yet his grip kept me in place. I yelled, wanting someone to help, but behind it all I knew no one would save me.

I was thrown to the hard ground. The door slamming behind me, my eyes glanced up. Lorenzo was standing in front of me with a smirk.

"I like myself a struggle." His voice corrupted my ears.

His arm yanked me up, I could feel his breath against my skin, making it crawl.

I felt pain hit my head before everything went black.

The moment I woke up, I struggled. The coolness was felt on both my wrists and my ankles.

My eyes shot open, I was on a bed, almost completely naked, chained down. Lorenzo stood over me at the foot of the bed, I let out a scream, only causing him to laugh, a dangerous smirk on his face.