"What do you think your doing?!" I screamed at the guy with a mask on, hiding his face from me. I didn't think that was necessary considering he freaking KIDNAPPED ME!!!!

"Just SHUT UP OKAY!'' he yelled at me. His voice sounded deep and seductive. What had I gotten myself into? No...it wasn't my fault, I was just laying their in my mothers car waiting for her to get out of the store so we could go home. Then out of no where A guy pulls a gun on me. He was wearing the same black mask he has on now.

Instead of yelling back at him I folded my arms across my chest. How dare he kidnapp me and then not even let me speak my mind to him. How rude! Now I just had to figure out a way to escape back to my life, my home..

Not that I had anywhere to go...My mom beat me and let her guy friends sexually molest me..I hated every minute with her. Maybe getting kidnappped was the best part of my life. I think that's really saying something.

My life is a complete disaster and i'm only 17 years old. Shouldn't life be getting better for me? What was he going to do to me? Was he going to Kill me or possibly rape me? Well if he was going to rape me ...I could handle that considering I'm used to that.

It had been 2 hours since we had spoken. I had no clue where we were heading...where were we going?

"Your going to have to die your hair." He said. His voice starttled me because I had gotten use to the silence.

"why?" I asked. I loved my hair color. It was a golden brown. The perfect color for me. I had blue eyes. People used to tell me I was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen. They loved my hair and my eyes. The guys that would rape me told me I had all the right curves in all the right places. So I began to hate my body.

I began to hate everything about myself and the only thing I really liked was my hair and now my kidnapper was taking away the only thing I had. Oh how I prayed for death.

"I don't want anyone to recognize you. You will die your hair blonde and that's final." He said. He pulled into a CVS. He handcuffed my hands to the door so I wouldn't go anywhere. Then he locked me in the car while he went inside to get some things.

When he came out he had some hair die stuff. Oh great he wanted to die my hair blonde. How cruel did he have to be. I wanted to keep my hair color. I loved it. I didn't love many things in this world and that was the one thing I did love.

He uncuffed my hands and threw the handcuffs in the backseat. "Look..I'm sorry I know you love your hair but it's only a color..it's no big deal..I just don't want people to come looking for you. so whenever were out in public you have to wear sunglasses. Okay?"

I nodded my head, taking the sunglasses from him. About an hour later we pulled into a hotel. The first thing he did was make me go into the bathroom and he died my hair. I thought it was pure torture. Gone away forever was my beautiful Golden brown hair.

"I bought you a new outfit. I don't want anyone to see you wearing that junk." I looked down at my baggy shirt and sweat pants. Nothing was wrong with it. "You can put them on in the morning." He said.

"I have to go to the bath room so can you just wait outside the door." I asked him as politely as I could.

"No. I'm sorry I just don't want you getting any ideas. I'll turn my back." Great. their went my plan for escape. fine.

I slowly lifted the seat up and slid my sweats down to my ankles. I sat down and peed. It was really awkward with him standing right there. Listening to everything I did.

I flushed the toilet then walked over to the sink and washed my hands. There was a mirror above the sink that let me get a good look at my self.

I guess I was pretty. But I didn't like it. I wish I was ugly! My new blonde hair changed my look a lot more than I expected it to.

What did he want from me? "I'm done..you can turn around now." He turned around to face me. He slowly lifted up his mask and threw it on the ground. He looked...

What was the word? sexy,hott,handsome,beautiful...no those wern't the words I was looking for ... He looked... Familiar

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"Well what are you waiting for? go get in bed, we have to get up early." He said. I walked past him and his scent was so strong but he smelled so good. Their was only one bed so I guess he planned on sharing it with me. I hope he doesn't try anything with me.

"How old are you?" I asked him. He looked over at me from the chair that he was sitting in. He was trying to get comfortable. By the looks of it, it looked like he was going to sleep there tonight. That was very noble of him.

"It doesn't matter how old I am." He said from under his lashes. I could tell he was getting sleepy.

"Why do you look familiar?" I asked him.

"Enough with the questions, Zena. I'm tired so please go to sleep." I layed back in the bed and covered my entire body up so that everything went black. Sleep invaded me and pulled me to it like a monster in the closet.

I hated sleep. Whenever I close my eyes I always see the guys. They would come in lines. One after another..Sometimes she would bring in two at a time. They paid her a lot of money and She became addicted with selling my body to those men. She disscusted me.

It first started when we were walking on the side walk to go to my school. I was only 14 at the time. A guy stopped her. He had a devious grin on his face when he was checking me out. I of course was oblivious to the fact of what he was after.

"Mame..I will give you 100 dollars if you let me have sex with that beautiful creature." He had said. My mom of course being the wicked devil that she is agreed to it. I had no choice because everytime I tried to leave the room she would slapp me and punch me until I fell to my knees.

Then when she finally saw that I was wore out enough she grabbed the rope and tied me to the bed. I couldn't move. The guy came over to me with his wicked smile and started touching me. I tried to scream but my mom slapped my face and put a sock in my mouth.

Tears spilled from my eyes and I cried so hard. He wouldn't stop and she wouldn't make him get off of me. After it was all over I couldn't even walk it hurt so bad. I even passed out from the lack of blood in my body. I guess I had bled a lot that night.

I woke up from my dream..or memory I should say. I remembered where I was now. I was in the hotel. Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't stop them from falling. My kidnapper walked over to the bed and wrapped me in his arms.

For once in my life I actually felt safe.

Once I was done crying. I wiped my tears from my eyes and went to the bathroom to get dressed. He walked with me but he turned away from me giving me the privacy that I needed. I wasn't sure why he was being so nice to me.

"Lets go" he said once I had finished dressing. Now we were back in the car. I wasn't sure why I felt safe with him. He kidnapped me so why would I feel safe? Maybe it was because It felt more like he saved me.

"What's your name?" he looked over at me. I doubted that he would tell me.

"Andreis"

I looked at him now. Instead of looking at him as another cruel guy like all those guys my mother brought home to rape me..I looked at him as my savior.