Gen 3- Help...?

"Nice to see you, Smith! It took a long time for me to get down here so it better be worth my time." A shadow fell over my face and I stayed pressed up against the wall. I didn't want to go out there...I didn't want to stay here though either.

"Ah, Robert Perry. Its been awhile. I'm sure you're going to enjoy what I have for you today. But first, are you hungry?" I gulped as the blonde man replied in a smooth silky voice "Oh yes, I'm starved." He settled in his seat with a smirk resting on his face.

"Good thing I've got my little maid here today.. Ande, will you get Mr. Perry something to eat?" I gripped the wall but it didn't matter, he had a chain latched around my ankle. So, I was jerked out into the room in this skanky maid outfit.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I walked over to get him a plate of the food that was sitting out and when I sat it in front of him, he took a nice overdrawn look at me. "You did a good job, Smith. She's a beauty! Where did you find this one?"

"She was alone in a little club outside of Bridgeport. There were too many people there to see me grab her. Easiest abduction I've ever preformed." He laughed again, this time pulling on the chain and sending me toppling on my butt, the drink I was holding flew right into his lap. Now it was my turn to giggle.

Ha, fucking ha ha

"She's a clumsy one, for sure." Perry bit his lip and stood up, coming closer to me as I was trying to regain my balance on these ridiculous high heels. He took my arm into his hand and inched me toward him...I closed my eyes and scrunched up my nose as he pressed his hands to my butt.

"She's limber. Ballet, I'm guessing?" This time he addressed me and Smith just sat there watching. I nodded sharply, careful not to make it apparent that I was trying to get out of his grasp.

"Now, don't make yourself too comfortable in my living room." As soon as he let go of me, I hurried back behind the door of the little room that separates me from the world. My breathing was rigid and heavy and I couldn't control the rapid pounding of my heart. "I don't know, Smith. She doesn't seem very...experienced at all. I'm not sure how much she'd be able to do for me."

"Well, I have other offers if you aren't interested. People are willing to pay a lot for someone as pretty, skinny and limber as she is. I know that if I was you, I'd go for it."

He sighed, not quite sure yet. I slid onto the floor, folding my hands praying "Oh, please god...Let him take me and let me go...Please..." My heart quickened again when he finally answered..

 "Alright, I'll pay anything you want."

"You've made a good choice, Sir."

The trembling started again as memories surfaced and nothing could stop it this time. I had no comfort and what was about to happen was a complete mystery to me.

 "I'll get her ready for you." Smith laughed again, standing up and closing my door behind him. "Alright, sweetheart. Its time for you to go."

"What is this? Easy access?" I asked sarcastically, responding to the way Smith dressed me once again. "Free reign? Anyone who gets to her can have her?" I laughed shrilly.

 "Don't make me muzzle you too." another high pitch laugh left my throat and echoed through the room. On the brink of crazyness I kept talking. "So, blindfolds and ropes are you people's secret weapons? Why don't you just kill me now? EVERYTHING WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER FOR THE BOTH OF US."

Finally, Smith locked his hand over my mouth and pulled me up to his level. "Listen, girl. I'm not putting up with this bullshit and neither is Perry. You act up and my butt is on the line."

And he honestly thinks that I care.

I managed to tick him off so much within the next ten minutes that he pulled something out of his pocket and sprayed it right into my mouth. I felt my body loosen up and the frustration and insaneness picking at me were suddenly gone and I was relaxed...Heck I couldn't even move, blink, or even lift a finger. I fell onto Smith and he lifted me off quick as a wink...Like it was nothing for him.

My brain laughed at the way he looked from down here and how he needed to work on those double chins. "Ah, so you remembered that I liked them half unconscious." Perry said with a cheerful tone that made me think "That guy must be happy...he sounds happy. I should go steal some of his happiness..." I giggled and Perry looked down at me before placing me in the back seat of his car and covering me with a black blanket.

*Adam* 

"Della...I swear...I saw her. It may have been just a dream but it was so real...Bridgeport...I just know it. She's there...and in trouble..."
Della closed her eyes, frustration was the main reason that we no longer could communicate about this anymore. She pressed her hands to her temples and looked at me. "Last time you had a dream, it led us to the middle of the ocean...and she wasn't there."

"We can't find her if we don't look Della...She can't be on her own, she doesn't know enough of the world!" Now that we've gone over this a billion times, Della is tired of hearing it...I'm tired of saying it.

"I just want our daughter safe at home..."

"And so do I...but if she doesn't want to be found then who are we to look for her?"

 "You don't mean that." I know that Della means well...but Ande is in trouble. I can feel it in my bones. "Della..I'm going to Bridgeport. Whether you come with me or not is your choice."

"I'll let you go...But you have to find her. You have to bring her back home. Don't come home until you find her...do whatever it takes. I'll stay here with Eden and the baby..." She half-smiled. Her hands shooting to her pregnant stomach. Why had I agreed to another baby? Not even a million children with my smile could make up for the one that I lost.

"Lilah, make sure Noah behaves." Great, I thought, as Nessa tromped in with her 2 children and husband, followed closely behind by my best friend, Seth and his wife Kalyn.
Nessa threw her stuff down on the floor like she owned the place and got up behind Gabe, pushing him to my side. "Gabe is going to help you find Ande."

 Seth took the hint and joined the little posse as well. I sighed... "You really don't have to help if you don't want to...Bridgeport is a mean town."
Gabe clapped me on the back and laughed. "Addy boy. Bridgeport is a big town. You need all the help you can get. And our beauties can have each others company while we're gone."

 "Yeah!" Seth chimed in "And we'll have your Ande back before you know it." I looked over at Della who had tears threatening to pour down her face....I pulled her in for a kiss and whispered "I'm going to bring our baby back."

She sighed and turned on her heel to go say hi to the kids. The women all followed her from there.
 "Alright guys...We're leaving as soon as we can. Go home and gather all the things you need, as soon as you all get back we're going. I'll get the copter, you guys pack some food...lord knows that we'll need it. We aren't coming back until Ande is with us so give your families big kisses and hugs." A stale sound came out of my mouth when I meant to laugh...It's been way too long.

*Ande* 

"No...No...Not again...please..." Begging wasn't enough. Helpless and tied down in a way that he could attack in any position and I'd have no say whatsoever...I cried out for the help that would never come to me in this dark, cold basement. "Quiet, girl." He hissed again, pushing his blonde hair behind his ears and getting ready to pounce.

He came up from behind my sight range and leaned down over me. I moved my head to the side and closed my eyes as tight as I could. "You gonna be stubborn? Then let it be."
Less painful than the first time, I was violated again. I moaned and sighed, tossing my head back and forth because I couldn't use my hands to push him off of me.

This happened like this every night for the next 3 weeks.

I was never let up, I was never allowed to see unless Perry was in the room. I feared that he would kill me...I feared that the second I was let up...I would keel over and die.
Each day, my breathing patterns got worse and one night I stopped breathing all together...I wasn't alone at that moment though.
There was this one week that Perry didn't come down at all. For a whole week, a maid would come and check on me, whispering her apologies and telling me how much she wished she could help me.

That week was especially strange, my stomach didn't like to hold down the tiny bits of bread that I was given. I was actually let up several times to be cleaned but then tied up again soon after. The darkness was too much...
My body was slowly giving up and I was sure that I was going to be left to die and be cleaned up by one of the maids.

That was before she came downstairs, untied me, put me in a dress that was all too comfortable. She brushed my hair back and painted my nails. The whole time she was doing this, I was blindfolded. I believed she was readying me for slaughter until her small hands untied the bloody rag covering my eyes.

"W-Whats going on?"

 "The master wants to see you right away. He wanted you to look pretty." She started to push me up the stairs, but like I thought...My legs didn't want to work right and I tripped all over the place.
I did my best to maintain balance and stability but the fact that I hadn't stood up in 4 weeks wasn't helping that. The light from all the windows in the big mansion blinded me and before I knew it, I was standing, or trying to stand, in front of Robert Perry.

"Ande, Darling...Thank you for joining me. I must say, you look magnificent in purple. It just makes your hair and eyes pop"

I scoffed and glared at him across the marble hall. Fury in my eyes and hate in my heart for this man that had kept me down there for so long. "I'm glad you're adjusting well to the sunlight. Though, you are quite pale. I guess 4 weeks in a basement can do that to you? I called you up on a very serious matter that should be resolved with care and caution..." I grimaced and felt very sick all of the sudden

"Ande, you are carrying my baby. I know, I know. You probably aren't surprised. My many visits to your "chambers" have been lovely and all I want to tell you that if you don't carry this baby to full term...You're going to die just like the others."

Others?

I nodded in agreement. I have his baby...I live. Seems fair.