Slowly but surely I’m getting used to Daniel’s madness. He annoys me so all day, but when I genuinely get irritated by him he comes up to me and tries to make me talk to him. He rubs his cheek against mine and showers me with hugs and kisses. The only time he hurts me is when he gets high off the heroine Jake injects in him. He acts so rough with me, I try to fight him off as much as I can but he does as he pleases. He makes cuts on me; gives me painful hickeys and bite marks. Am I going crazy? Why do I still feel the need to help him and protect him?I hear muffled noises like every night. His clutch around my waist tightens. He pulls me closer to him almost suffocating me. I gasp shooting my eyes open as he grazes his teeth on my bare neck and starts to nibble on it harshly while squeezing down my waist hard. "Ah!" A soft protest of this torture comes out of my mouth, but I know why he's doing this, or why he does this e

The next few days were the hardest days we had to bare with. Initially we both decided to run away from here as fast as possible, but we failed miserably every time we tried to get out of here. So we came up with a plan to make them believe as if I was getting tortured by him every day, it was a really hard plan to pull off but we knew we had to, as there’s no other option left. So every night he would pretend he was punching and kicking me, but in reality he would be doing all the torture on the mattress and my job was to scream and shout for help in sync with him. Every time we were done pulling off our act, we would have a good laugh, it seemed like we were finally starting to win over them. “Why don’t I tell them I’m ready to strip a

I wake up feeling empty; the warmth that was around me all night suddenly feels like it is gone. I pat against the mattress trying to find him, but after a while I realize he isn’t there, so I sit up and look around. Daniel is not here, while looking around my eyes fall on a small note on the side table. Leaning to the table I grab it from the table and unfold it and read it.

Jake took me to a hospital, which was nearby to get me checked, while waiting in the waiting room for my turn to come I realized that if I’m not pregnant they might turn Daniel against me. They will brainwash him with lies, then what will happen to me? I will have no support; I will become all alone once again. Putting my hand against my belly I sigh, just this once be real. I want you to be real; please don’t let me become a liar in his eyes. Only if he was normal he would know that I didn’t lie to him or use him to get out of there. Just like me, he needs to get the hell out of there as well.“You know what will happen to you if they find out you’re lying about being pregnant?” Jake says, who is sitting right next to me, has his eyes closed and his head leaned on the wall. “Like I said before, I’m not lying. I myself didn’t know whether I will be pregnant or not. I guessed it due to all the symptoms I was having.” I once again give m

He walks up to the upper living area of the penthouse and walks to the nearby door. He kicks the door open and walks in, it is a bedroom of the penthouse. The interior is very mudded, it has grey and white shades all over the room, there’s not a single hint of color in this room. He gets in front of the bed and throws me on it harshly. I back away quickly and run towards the bathroom to get in it, but he catches me halfway through and yanks me to him by my wrist and pushes me on the bed again. "Please I beg you stop." I say getting on my elbow backing away from him, as he puts both of his palms on the sides of my torso and pressurizes the mattress with one of his knees. I cry in fear of what's he's planning on. I try to back away from him as far as possible but he grabs a hold