I opened my eyes to find myself in a bedroom.

Where? I had no idea.

Yet, I found myself on a queen size bed, covered with red, thousand thread sheets. I rose from the bed. My hair was washed, my body as well and I was wearing a skimpy yet comfortable pink, silk nightgown.

The room was a honeycomb yellow and the windows were covered with chocolate brown curtains. It reminded me of a gingerbread house.

I groaned. What happened last night? I wondered as I scratched my head. Suddenly everything came flooding back.

No, no, no! I need to get out of here, now!

Wasting no time, I ran out of the bed and over to a window in the room. I tried to open it but found it was locked. I ran over to the others and found that they were locked as well.

Shit... I thought as I made my way to the balcony door that was directly in front of the huge bed I was laying in.

"Leaving so soon, princesa?"

I went rigid as he spoke. I knew that voice... I turned around to come face to face with him.

"G-Giovanni?" I stuttered as I took cautionary steps back. "H-How did you find me?"

He was standing at the door beside the bed just looking at me. He was dressed in a sharp black suit looking as wickedly handsome as ever.

"Sh, mi princesa... Just know I did," he stated with his finger on his lips as he moved closer to me. I backed away shaking terribly.

He found me.

After three years, he finally found me... Why is this happening to me?

"Stop moving away from me or I will make you," the words rolled off his tongue with promise and I ceased all movements instantly.

I knew what he was capable of and I didn't want to experience it again.

He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me roughly towards him. I fell onto his firm chest and I felt his muscular arms tangle around me. My head rested on his chest and I was trying hard not to pull away from him. I hated being near him, it made me feel small and submissive.

Giovanni brought one of his hands up to my chin and raised my head. I looked into his icy, cold, blue eyes and shivered. His blonde hair brushed across my cheek as he looked down at me. He had faint stubble, small pink lips that pulled away to show dazzling white teeth.

He used his hand to rub my cheek caressing it while looking at me in wonder.

What he did next knocked me to the ground, literally. He slapped me across my face, sending me onto the floor and I shook as I tried to sit up.

"You ran away from me!" he bellowed coldly. His foot came in contact with my stomach and I cried out in pain. "Came to a town in the middle of Georgia!"

He stood over me, grabbed my hair, and hit my head into the wall. My head was splitting as pain pulsed through my skull.

"...and you got married!" he humourlessly laughed.

"You married a good for nothing piece of shit!" he grabbed me by my arm and held me up so I was looking into his eyes. "Where is he, princesa?!"

Slap...

"Where is he now to protect you?"

He flung me onto the ground and spat on me.

"He isn't here! He left you all alone and now, you're back with me! Where you fucking belong...you puta!" Giovanni yelled as he kicked me and I winced in pain.

"Go clean up yourself. You look like shit. You stupid, stupid, little bitch," he threw a pile of clothes at me, straightening his suit before he left the room.

I laid on the floor crying, he did it again.

This was not as bad as he used to do. He was just warming up.

I remembered every minute of his agonizing torture and I remember everything. Even, the day I finally escaped from him. Ridding my life of his abusiveness.

"Did you enjoy that, princesa?" he asked as he walked over to the shelf placing the whip in its place.

I was weak, my face was black and blue, and my body was full of bruises and grazes.

He walked back over to me and undid the ropes binding my hands. He watched as I fell to the ground, groaning in pain before he stepped over me and grabbed his pants pulling them on.

He then picked me up bridal style and carried my almost lifeless, naked body into my room (or cell as I liked to call it) before placing me on the bed.

He crawled over me so he was straddling my hips and started to kiss my neck, working his way down my body.

I was hurting all over. He had hit me with the whip repeatedly.

Torturing me, punishing me for denying him what he wanted.

He whipped me until I was numb and then he took it. He didn't take his time, he did it forcefully.

Sometimes I would tear and bleed but did he care? No! He continued until he was tired.

He was like this to me all the time. He found it fun to take it... No matter how I fought him it just encouraged him more... He loved a fight...

He continued to torture my body with his mouth and then he took me without care, again. He grabbed my hair pulling it, each time he thrust into me... hard. I cried out in pain and each time I did he grabbed my throat and squeezed it.

When I didn't cry out he would go harder just to hear it escape my lips. He continued his torture repeatedly until I blacked out...

I opened my eyes to find that he was gone. Finally.

I tried to get up but pain struck me all over... I looked at the sheets and was happy not to see blood between my legs. I gripped the bed head, struggled to get onto my feet before limping over to the bathroom. I washed away the blood from my wounds, the tears, and the sweat from my body.

How could he do this to me?

I was just 18. I hadn't got my chance to experience the world or to know how it felt to be loved and to not be treated as a sex toy.... why did this have to happen to me?!

I cleaned up myself, went into the room, and dressed in a tank-top and a pair of yoga pants. I needed to get out of here... I can't live like this it's been two years since I got here and my body felt worn out.

Just then, Dean came into my room with dinner.

He was about 6 ft. with black hair and brown eyes.

"Here you go, princesa," he said as he placed the tray down on my bed.

I grabbed the tray and started to eat. Dean just stood there, looking at me.

"Did you forget something?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

He started to walk over to me and I looked at him sceptically.

"Poor, sad, little princesa. Master is out of town and I'm in charge. So technically, I'm your master, now."

He grabbed the plate, placed it on the nightstand beside my bed, and grabbed my thighs leaning closer to my lips as he brought his hands higher.

"No," I said as I tried to push him off but he held me down, straddled me, and started to kiss my neck.

I struggled to get him off me but he just braced his body onto mine. Dean started to lift my blouse, releasing my hands and started to kiss my stomach.

I couldn't go through this again... I couldn't.

I reached over to the tray, grabbed a fork, and jabbed it in his back. He cried out in pain and I used my knee to kick him in his erection. He cried out again and tumbled off me. I jumped off the bed causing the tray to fall.

I ran towards the door and as I did he reached out and grabbed my ankle. I fell to the ground and he climbed on me. I kicked him but he came back wrapping his hand around my neck.

Coughing, I reached out grabbing the fallen tray and hit him over his head. He fell on top of me and I kicked him off me grabbing the keys out of his pockets before running out the door.

I went left down the honeycomb yellow and narrow hall.

I walked past three doors on my right and stopped at the fourth. I pushed the key into the keyhole, opening the door and walked over to the bed.

There on the bed asleep was Alia.

She was thin, had a pale complexion, blond hair with pink streaks and her body was covered in scars.

"Lia, we need to go," I whispered as I shook her body.

Her eyes shot open, revealing her beautiful chocolate orbs. I grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"We're breaking out of here. Come on," I said as I pulled her out of the room.

We made our way down the hall. As we reached the end of it we heard an alarm.

Shit, they know that we're gone.

"Search the house," I heard a man say in the distance.

He was drawing near to us so I looked around to see if there was anywhere to hide.

Then I saw it... The vents!

I grabbed Lia directing her over to the vent, gently pulling off the cover and ushered her in.

She folded her silver gown as she went in, hurriedly. I crawled in after her and pulled the cover back in place.

I waited to see if the men would pass. Most of them did but one stopped in front of the vent.

I swallowed the lump at the back of my throat.

Please pass us.