I banged on the door with all my hope. I hoped I'd bash down the door but it didn't work. After 10 minutes of bangs and bashes I gave up and sat on the end of the bed. It was horrible being snatched from a male I met on the street. Despite the fact of knowing I might not survive here, I still had a chance of escape. I wandered the room, searching drawers and shelves. Nothing from tools and clothing was in the drawers and on the shelves was just some chemicals. There was all sorts of chems..bleach, soda, paracetamol and one that stood out from the others....a bright green tub that glowed in the darkness. I reached up and grabbed it, wondering what was in there. I undid the lid and opened the cap...bullets...loads of bullets. I gasped shockingly and placed it back on the shelf. Did he have a gun somewhere? Fear surrounded me. Was he going to kill me? Hurt me? Shoot me? I panicked a lot. I had to keep calm. I looked down at the dirty, dusty floor and thought of a plan of escaping. Too late..I heard foot steps coming from the corridor outside and looked up instantly..oh no...he came in the room and stared at me. He had something in his hands..it looked like a...no..it couldn't be...a knife.

"No need to look surprised, Daisy." He smirked. "I won't do any harm to you."

He was obviously lying!

"Before I do this..I want to ask for your age."

I didn't want to give my age out. Why would I? I blanked him.

"Don't ignore me, Delilah." He shouted harshly.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

He knelt down besides me, holding my face in position. I didn't want to look at that harsh, evil, annoying face but he was capable with anything.

"What is your age.." He asked again.

I was quiet for a few seconds and then eventually opened my mouth.

"12." I screeched.

He looked amazingly surprised. Probably because I look older than my age and I'm taller than the average hight for a 12 year old.

"Wow." He laughed in surprise.

I looked back down at the floor. I wanted to get out of this dark coldish room. I was also starving and thirsty. What made it even worse is I didn't know the time. Was it midnight? 8pm? 10pm?

"What time is it?" I asked curiously.

He looked at the watch on his wrist.

"It's lesson time." He smiled.

What did he mean? What? Is he going to teach me? He saw my puzzled face and smirked.

"I'm going to teach you what I like and don't like to you. And also what I don't and do except from you." He demanded.

He honestly reminded me of a teacher. The dreadful thoughts.

"O-ok." I was shocked.

"I'm going to say some things and you listen closely, ok!?"

"Ok."

"What I like. I like; manners, smiles, proper answers and sentences, being obeyed, being treated with full respect. Did you get all that, babe?" He spoke.

"Y-e." I stopped and thought of his likes.

"Yeah, I got all of it." I lied.

"Ok, tell me what I said. Repeat back." He laughed.

I went blank. How was I meant to of remembered all of that? But I gave it a shot and attempted.

"You said...you um liked...being obeyed, s-smiles, manners and uh.." I closed my eyes and squeezed them.

"You didn't listen, did you!?" He violently shouted echoing the room.

"N-no Sir, I mean...no." I sighed.

He laughed and smirked at me calling him sir. It was a mistake though.

"That's what I like." He laughed even more.

I couldn't help but look at him in disgust and anger.

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HIS POV.

I couldn't help but laugh at her. Never once did I get called sir. I loved it. I felt more in charge. Maybe she wasn't what I expected. Now I had to tell her what I expected and what I didn't. It's so damn hard trying to teach a kid these. She needs to listen more! I think I have the perfect solution.

"Wait here." I sternly said.

I went to the door, locking it behind me and went to the kitchen. All I needed was something to threat her with. Make her scared, frightened, petrified. I went to the cupboard and pulled out a bladed knife. Maybe this will do the trick, I thought. I went back to the room, to find Daisy crying on the edge of the bed. I didn't feel guilty at all! This is what she deserved! Pleasure filled up in me.

"Oi. Stand up." I shouted holding the knife in front of me.

Her eyes winded. I'm glad she was in fear. I walked up to her, but she backed away. I grabbed her forearm and pulled her towards me.

"Now. I'm going to teach you. If you do not listen or answer me wrong, I will cut you. Understand?" I wanted to pull a smirk, but I needed to look serious to get her even more frightened then what she actually was.

"O..ok." She confirmed.

I was desperate to cut her. I wanted to see that sweet innocent cherry blood come out of that fine, smooth skin of hers. So I decided to make this hard.

"What do I like?"

"You like manners, smiles, being obeyed and treated with respect..and oh and you like full answers and sentences." She succeeded.

Damn she did it. I wanted to cut her! Sod it, I am. I told her to turn around and she followed my order. I cut through her white top, so I could see her bra strap. I sliced down the middle of her back and she let out a violent scream. I loved it! I loved watching her in pain! I then pushed her in the wall and laughed even more. This was fun!

After leaving cuts and blood, I told her to stay where she was while I went to the shop.

DAISY'S POV

I watched him storm out. But he suddenly rushed back in.

"What is your Orphanage called?"

Was he going to go there? Was he going to ask to adopt me. Look after me? Sign sheets in conformation? I wasn't liking this..

"Purples Academy all boys and girls home." I cried.

"Thanks. I was just curious." He grinned.

He went back out and I watched him, till I heard the door close...FINALLY! I am free. I am alone. I can rest, but..I'm terribly thirsty. I wandered to the door which was somehow open. I peeked out and the hallway was outstanding! Loads of paintings hung up on the walls, the colour red. If a police officer walked into this house, they'd sure think It was ordinary. Like, it was all done up in disguise. If someone visited, like the milkman. He'd see the hallway and think nothing of it. But in fact, a hidden prison was at the end of the hallway to the left. A black walled dungeon. No windows, hard dusty floors and a bed. I lurked around and grabbed myself some water quickly. I was dying. I was so terribly thirsty. I took one gulp and enjoyed the pleasure of liquid. I gulped it all down and left the cup in the kitchen. I walked back out and looked at the front door...it was unlocked..I couldn't believe it! I rushed into the dungeon, collecting my stuff and bravely opened the door. Pure daylight..well it was street lamps but, the outside! I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. But I was wrong. I ran out of the disgusting house and went to the gate.

"I'm going to leave bad memories here." I thought to myself in delight. I opened the gate, took a deep breath and ran for it.

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She manages to get outside. But what will happen next!?!?

BYEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!