A sharp pain in my stomach woke me up, and I couldn't help but curl up into a small ball, moaning in pain. A second blow slammed me against the wall. Every day since I've been here, this person comes to see me, but not to check on me. Far from it.

As I tried my best to protect myself, he kept hitting me harder and harder. I've never seen anyone hit so hard. Not everyone can deliver such a powerful kick.

"...: How could he miss you? You don't even deserve to be born!"

This is the first time I've heard him speak, and he just confirmed my suspicions. I had a feeling I was kidnapped by a man. I just don't understand why he waited all this time to say a single sentence. He was talking about my father. I never understood what he wanted from him, and I probably never will.

"...: You deserve to die!"

"Then I don't understand why you haven't killed me already" I thought to myself. I was still curled up in a ball when I heard the door close. I opened an eye to look around, still afraid he might suddenly appear again. But nothing. "He's finally gone," I thought.
I allowed myself to cry silently; it's the only thing I can do here besides sleep. It's rare that I get something to eat, but when I do, it's not even the size of a normal plate, and it's disgusting.

I believe it's impossible to have a normal life because sooner or later, something or someone will turn your life upside down. I'm in a pretty good position to prove that.
I had a perfectly ordinary life before ending up here. I was a fifteen-year-old girl who went to high school like everyone else my age, just as normal as can be. I managed well in school and was the captain of the volleyball team.

Today, everything has changed. I don't remember how I ended up here, how this madman managed to kidnap me. I don't even know who he is. Probably a psychopath. Overnight, everything changed; I woke up in this basement where I'm mistreated every day. I haven't been raped, but every time I get beaten, I wish it was strong enough to end my life. This suffering never ends, and I'd rather be in heaven than here. It's been over a month since I was kidnapped. What a way to end one's life.

In my opinion, the worst part is not knowing if my loved ones are searching for me on the other side of these walls. The fear that they aren't doing anything to find me eats me up inside...

The sharp creak of the door made me jump. Despite that, I didn't move an inch. This madman grabbed me by the hair with such force that he lifted me off the ground.

"...: Follow me, you bitch!"

"I wonder who the real bitch is between the two of us," I thought. Once on my feet, he pushed me, ordering me to move. I did it without arguing.
My right knee hurt immensely, and I had trouble standing, but he didn't care that I looked like a beaten dog. We climbed several steps until we reached a room, which was the bathroom. The first question that crossed my mind was: Why is he bringing me here?

"...: You have ten minutes to get ready, no more, or I'll drag you out by force."

Before I even had time to turn around to see him, he pushed me inside and immediately closed the door.

Me: This guy is weird...

I didn't pay any more attention to it, and the only thing that mattered to me was taking a nice hot shower.
The contact of the hot water on my skin reminded me how relaxing it was. Even though my wounds burned and hurt, I already felt cleaner.
Since I only had ten minutes, I got out shortly after. I put on my clothes, and looking in the mirror was a big shock. The person I was before had disappeared. The old Cassy was no longer there. Before, I was of normal size and always made a good impression with my appearance, and today... I'm skinny, you can see the shape of my bones, my cheeks are hollow, I have a swollen eye from the blows received, and I have multiple cuts and wounds!

"...: You have five seconds to open the door, or I'll break it down!"

Afraid of the consequences if he broke down the door because of me, I rushed to the door and opened it immediately.
I was facing a blonde guy, rather tall, and most surprisingly, he seemed about my age, if not a bit older. He had very pale skin, and his eyes were... quite strange. I thought he was sick.

He motioned for me to go down the stairs, so I did. I wasn't very fast due to my fragile knee. I heard him sigh before he pushed me to make me go faster, but I just stumbled down to the bottom.

Me: Ouch!

Getting up after my fall worthy of a spectacle, I was surprised to see that he was already beside me.
In the living room, there were four other guys. What kind of joke is this?

"...: Go sit over there!"

He pointed to a chair that looked anything but comfortable.
All five of them were staring at me. They all had pale skin, and their eyes were all strange; they must be wearing contact lenses. There was one, with dark brown, almost black hair, who was staring at me while tapping his foot; he looked possessed or something. The blonde tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

The blonde: Cole, calm down, damn it!

This didn't bode well; he might try to jump on me and strangle me. I felt he wasn't in a good mood.

The blonde: Cole, go somewhere else!!

The one named Cole, since I assume that's his name, jumped up and furiously pushed his bench. He left, slamming the door so hard that we felt it close.
I was really scared of this guy, too. I think he's the crazy one among these five boys.

Speaking of the others, they hadn't said a word either. Maybe I'm the one who should speak first.

Me: W.. What... Am I... Doing here?

One of the guys, the one with curly hair, took a glass and took a sip, turning to one of his friends.

"...: Well, we just decided to get you out of the basement."

I turned my head to the right to look at the one who had kindly answered me, a guy with medium-length brown hair.

Me: So... Are you going to let me... go?

They all burst out laughing. I guess I was wrong...

"...: No way! But you can go back to the basement if you want."

I shook my head in response.

"...: That's what I thought, but just because we got you out of there doesn't mean you'll have an easy life, know that."
Yay, I haven't finished getting beaten! I would have preferred the other guy to jump on me and strangle me.

"...: We will have no pity for you."

The blonde: And you will do what we tell you to do.

I nodded at the sudden urge to go back to the basement. Me, obey these guys? No way!

"...: If you refuse, you'll face the consequences."

Can he read minds or what? It seems I won't have a choice... What a wonderful future awaits you, Cassy!

"...: And don't think we'll be kind; it's just for the beginning that we're like this."

At least they're warning me about what's coming. He turned to the blonde, pointing to the front door.

"...: Zack, go get Cole."

Zack, if that's really his name, left the house to join Cole. Meanwhile, I stayed there with the others, wondering if I should do something. For a moment, it seemed like there was something smelling strange because the curly-haired guy seemed to detect an odor; he also got up and went outside.
I was terrified at the idea of staying with five guys who could kill me at any moment. I was staring at the brown-haired guy who had strictly warned me of everything that could happen, and I think he found it funny.

"...: What are you looking at me like that for?"

Kindness was already gone.

Me: N.. Nothing.

"...: Are you scared? Is that it?"

I didn't answer, thinking he probably knew the answer. I lowered my head, only to raise it a few seconds later. The brown-haired guy was right in front of me. In less than five seconds, he had approached until he was less than three centimeters from my face. I was even more scared than before, I won't hide it from you.

"...: What are you waiting for to answer me?"

He gave me a mocking smile, clearly showing me that his hobby would be to scare me, but what I saw disturbed me forever...