One Thousand Songs Later

Lily's POV:

"Lily! Come take your pill!" Shouted Kyle. Just give in, I thought, this is how you're going to live for the rest of your life anyways. The rest of the day was uneventful, unless you count having sex with your kidnapper all day. But the nighttime was better, Kyle finally let me listen to music as he slowly got drunk.

I better take another one of those pills, I thought, knowing he'd would go harder on me tonight since he's drunk. I quick took another one of the pills, hopping that the side effects for taking two pills in one day wouldn't be as bad as last time. I turned around and found Kyle one inch away from me.

"I want you." Kyle whispered, then pulled my hair from it's ponytail. I swear if Kyle keeps getting drunk every night, my vagina's gonna get bigger. Kyle pushed me onto my bed and took off my shirt, leaving my breasts exposed. He grinned at the sight go my C-cupped boobs, which would handy information if he actually bought me bras.

His lips started sucking on my nipples and I sighed. Most girls would be moaning when this happened to them, the only difference is, they want to be felt like this; I don't. They don't have men feeling them up everyday; I do. They haven't gotten used to a man's touch; I have. Now, the first four months of being a prostitute, I moaned, I couldn't help myself, it generally felt good because I was new to that stuff.

But I soon grew used to it, I could have five appointments everyday because I was pro, I learned how to act, what men wanted, and what they didn't want. I grew accustomed to men's disgusting ways and I've always hated myself for it. Those first four months were horrible and wonderful in someways.

Kyle was nice enough to find me a guy that was younger than most that I could lose my virginity to. He was gentle and his appearance was decent. We actually became good friends, but when he found out that I was actually held captive, he tried helping me escape. Things didn't end well. Then Kyle became less nice and more tough, more harsh. Then he started drinking.

It it started off slow, like he only had a glass of wine every other week, but then he started to slip, like he was sliding down a glass pyramid and started getting drunk every night. Those were the nights that he'd go hard on me, he would sometimes assault me and hurt me.

I felt Kyle slump down on my chest, his cheek rested on my belly button. He was so drunk that he fell asleep. I pulled him into bed and put my shirt back on. I looked at the door longingly, even though I knew Kyle had the key in a hiding place somewhere. I sighed and laid down in the bathroom and tried to fall asleep. But something was making my eyes hurt, I rubbed them.

What is that? I thought when I saw something glint in the darkness. Something was flashing light under the bathroom carpet because of the light shining through the cracks of the door. I groaned and lifted the carpet. I gasped.

The key.

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