Your arms were chained, you felt panic. Your back was a little sore from the stitches that were left after being stabbed. You were where you didn't want to be - in Derek's bedroom. Derek was standing in front of you, grinning and looking straight into your eyes...

"I'm gonna make you cry... and beg. I'm gonna make you wish you died out there. Everyone on the premises answers to me. No one will help you. You are property. My property. And I'm going to use you for a long, long time."