Year One, Week One, Day One.
Anne pulled at the chains that held her to the wall. The last thing she remembered was looking at the flat in London. Now she was in some place chained to a wall. What was going on. She could tell who was behind it. Who else could it be, it was always him, Hugo. Just as she thought his name the devil himself came into view in the dimly lit cellar. He had that damn smirk on his face. Anne stood up and tried to reach him. He raised his wand and smiled.

"No, Anne dear. Crucio. We need to play nice." He taunted. Laughing as he always did when she fell and screamed. Anne twisted in pain and tried to move out of the range of his wand. Hugo lifted the curse and smiled at the girl on the ground.

"You sick bastard. What do you want?" She spat in his face. Anne pulled herself off the ground and away from him.

"Well Anne I have what I want. You in pain, as well as a training dummy for my sister. I dare say I will find other uses for you as well." He smirked at her. He then pulled out the knife and made a few cuts on her stomach. He was going to have plenty of fun over the years.

Hugo pulled out his wand and smiled as he cursed her. "Crucio." He called He then laughed as she screamed. Thinking of another use for her he moved his hand to his belt.

Year One, Week Five, Day Six.

Anne sighed as she waited she, had lost track of the days. She had no sun. Hugo made sure she was kept healthy. He didn't want his toy to break. She growled she was alone for most of the time, sometimes Kate came sometimes Hugo. They both had what they called fun. She was a bloody toy to them. They tortured her and used her. He taught Kate what caused pain and what didn't. when she was done he had his fun. Not only was she used for torture but for sex too. She wished it would end.

Anne thought of the people back home. she thought of Damien and Parker. Tessa and Pyxis, Sam, Alcyone and Haley. She closed her eyes briefly. She would survive no matter how long she was here for them. She would stay strong and make it back to her friends. She had to stay strong.

Year 2, Week 3, Day 4

Anne started at the floor. She was so tired, she was still fighting with everything she had, how could she not she would get out of this somehow. She heard him come in and sighed. She didn't want to deal with him right now. She really needed to find a way out of here. Someone must be looking for her.

"Good news Anne. People think you are dead. I know it seem so soon but you have been here for over a year." He drawled in his annoying voice. "Now I'll just leave you to dwell. Back to normal tomorrow." He laughed

Anne pulled at her chains as he left. She was still trying to find a way out of them. It didn't matter how long she was here, she just had to get out of here. She felt a tear fall down her face and she wiped it away. She was hurt that people thought she was dead. No one was looking now, she was on her own.

Year 2, Week 20, Day 4

Anne sat there, she was tired. She had been trying to stay awake through the torture. It felt worse after when she blacked out. She needed to be found, but no one was looking any more. She sighed and curled up. She was freezing here in her underground prison. Hugo had left her with no clothes. She was naked and shivering. Kate as it turned out was almost as bed as Hugo. She like to torture her, and found it quite fun when she screamed. The whole family was sick. They didn't like to just use a curse either, they like their toys.

Anne looked at the wall. She wished she could see through it. She wanted to know where she was. Hugo was getting more and more cruel. He didn't care that she was going to die. He always sent his mother to keep her healthy. She would last till he decided to kill her. She wished she could die. It would be so much better than being here in hell. No one would find her. She was here till the sick son of a bitch got bored or her.

Year 7, Week 48, Day 7

Anne watched as Hugo walked toward her. she was tired of fighting. She had fought for so many years. He had had her for years. Yet here he was undoing his god damn pants like he had on the first day. She growled at him. She hated him. She was going to fight him no matter what. She was sick of this. "No more Hugo." she said to him. He simply smirked, and pulled out a knife. He looked at her and shook his head.

"Fine." Her hissed, and plunged the knife in her chest. He then smiled and sat down. "Now, I'll watch you die." He said with a cold smirk. Anne gasped and pulled the knife that had just missed her heart out. She had to do this. She couldn't stay any longer. She cringed as she pushed the knife right into his heart. She saw the light leave his eye and grabbed his wand. She knew that he was alone. She had learned over the years. She could hardly breath but she got free and walked out the door. In her head she made a note of where she was and walked into the street. When she woke up she was in a hospital bed.

Dreams Of Pain

Dream one: Parker

Anne was fast asleep on the floor of the cellar. She rolled over making the chains that held her to the wall clink. She was now lying on her naked stomach. However Anne had no clue of any of this. She was dreaming. She was dreaming of the death of her friend. The seer was having a dream that scared her more than anything Hugo could do to her. The pain the evil man had caused her had built up and had gone into her dreams, making it seem real.

Hugo was standing over a now still Parker. Anne could see the blood dripping on the floor from the wound in his head. She wanted to scream, but knew it was no good. The boy who had been her first friend was dead. There was nothing she could do.

Once Hugo left, Anne crawled over to the body of her oldest friend. She felt a tear drip down her face. She held on to his lifeless body and shook it wishing he would wake. Her whole heart ached with sorrow. She had caused this, she had made him suffer. She shook his body again praying to bring life back to it. Her heart felt like it had stopped, she couldn't breath. Grief overtook her, it filled every cell of her being and burned her to her very soul. She would rather be in his place, would rather it be her life than his. More tears poured down her face, as she silently sobbed. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she looking into the eyes of her dead friend. She slowly shut them and rested him down. She pulled at the chain that held her and moved back into the shadows.

Anne awoke with a start.

Dreams Of Pain

Dream two: Tessa

Anne rested with her head against the wall. She was having yet another dream of pain and terror. This one was about a girl she would still protect even though she may not like her.

Tessa lay on the floor of the cold room. Anne moved over to her and shook her to wake her. She couldn't be dead. No she couldn't. She had to be alive for Damien. She had to be. No he may not love her, but he did love the girl in front of her. Tessa couldn't die. Damien needed her, to survive.

Anne felt a sorrow that went to her soul. Tessa was dead because of her. She had protected her and she had failed. Her best friend was going to be heart broken because of this. Tessa shouldn't have died. She would rather be in her place, to have died to protect her. She wanted her to be alive, for him. She needed to live for him.

"I'm sorry." She sobbed to no one. She was sorry that she had failed to protect her. She was sorry that he was going to suffer, because of her. She wanted the dead girl next to her to wake. She wished she could trade places with her. Tears slipped down her face.

Anne awoke in the cellar crying for the girl who she had never been friends with.

Dreams Of Pain

Dream three: Damien

Anne was shaking and sobbing in her sleep. She was having the worst dream she had ever had.

Anne watched Hugo pull a struggling man in. She gasped seeing who it was and jumped to her feet making her chains clink. Damien saw her and looked her over seeing what Hugo had done to her fought harder. The mad man just smiled and hit him to the floor. "No Hugo, take me. Kill me." She said trying to keep the plea out of her voice. "Let him go." She screamed. Hugo smiled and forced a small vile of poison down his throat. He held out a bottle and placed it out of her reach. "The antidote." He said leaving her.

Anne pulled on the chain hoping to reach her dying friend. She watched his chest rise and fall. He was just out of reach. "WAKE UP." She screamed pleading and begging. "Damien, you have to wake." She screamed at him rattling her chains. "Please." She said watching his breathing slow. She pulled on her chain and tried to break it. She had to get to him. He had to live.

She saw his chest stop rising and her heart stopped. She pulled at her chain to find it was now longer. She went over to him and checked his pulse. There was none. She ran over to the antidote and ran back. She forced it down his throat, and waited. He didn't stir. Anne shook her head and tried to revive him. "No, no no no no NO." She said not stopping he had to live. "Damien wake up, please." She begged. "Please Damien, for me? I love you please." She sobbed still trying in vain to revive him.

Anne gave up after what seemed like an hour. She hugged him close to her chest. Tears traced without stop down her face. She couldn't breath. Her heart was gone. Gone with the man she loved. Her pain was beyond grief. It was unbearable. She couldn't breath, nor see. The person she had lived for, had fought for was gone. Because of her. She would do anything to be in his place. To have him alive. She would give everything else she had, just for him.

Anne sobbed into his cold dead chest and waited. She wanted nothing more than to die. To be with him. She couldn't stand the pain of being in a world without him. Her best friend, her brother, her protector, her reason to live was gone. She had truly lost everything.

Anne Jones awoke and cheered. She had never been happier to have been dreaming.

WARNING VIOLENCE, RAPE AND OTHER BAD THINGS DON'T LIKE DON'T READ I WARNED YOU

Anne was laying on her side her back toward the door, her naked chest pressed against the wall in the shadows. She would rather be cold and hidden than be in sight. She was awake but, only because she knew what was coming. She knew what Hugo was going to do to her when he came down. The son of a bitch enjoyed it. She curled up bringing her knees to her chest and holding them. She wanted it all to stop. She wanted to go home.

It felt childish to have such a wish. Yet she wanted nothing more. She wanted her fathers warm embrace and her mothers comforting hug. She hadn't craved the arms of her parents in a long time. Yet her she was 23 and wanting her mother and father. It was childish and foolish, but she missed them. The taunts of Hugo and Kate reminded her of what they had taken. They had taken everything. Her family and her friends. She was dead to them and yet she was still here alive.

She heard the creak of the cellar door and sighed knowing she couldn't hide. She never could, they always found her. She heard the footsteps and closed her eyes imagining the lie she could have had, if she was a muggle. She hated to say she wanted that life, she wanted to be normal. She saw even with the small amount of light the shadow of the tall man. She almost shuddered knowing what was coming now.

He gave her no greeting he simply kicked her. She didn't even flinch being more than used to pain. She sighed and stayed silent. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had broken her rib. She always tried not to scream. He looked down at her shaking his head and rolled her into the light, wanting to see the damage he did. That's what got him excited. Her pain. She sighed as he pulled out a knife, he simple smirked still saying nothing. He never did. He was quite only laughing and grunting.

He brought the shimmering silver blade to her back and made a few long slices making them deep enough to cause sever pain, but not so deep she would bleed too much while he played. He smiled as she cringed, it hurt given the enchantments in the blade. However she did not scream, like he wanted. He shook his head knowing this no matter how much pain she suffered would still cause that blood-curdling scream that made him excited. He pointed his wand at her and whispered so she couldn't hear, "Crucio" She felt the curse hit her and tried to fight through the pain of thousands of flaming knifes stabbing her everywhere. She tried not to let out the scream that started in her throat. She failed and screamed a loud note that echoed off the walls.

He smirked and felt himself get hard liking the sound she made. He smiled down at her and lifted the cursed not even giving her a moment to recover he put it back on focusing all his energy into it. She screamed louder and he smiled.

The young witch withered in pain on the floor trying to master it and become stronger. No matter how many times she received this curse she never gave up. She always fought trying to overcome her pain. It was what kept her sane. She never got used to the unbearable pain the overcame her every-time he muttered a single word.

After half an hour of cursing he stopped. He smiled down at the pained girl on the floor and turned her over with his foot. He shook his head at her thinking her weak. Anne looked back into the cold blue eyes that she had seen for far too long and she made no sound nor move. She was stronger than him. He smirked down at her and put his foot on her stomach. She didn't flinch, he chuckled darkly and undid his belt. He smiled at her disgusted look. She found him revolting and repulsive.

He just smirked as he pulled his pants down and moved her over. She closed her legs not wanting to give him access. She knew that it was pointless given that he had the upper hand. He just shook his head at her foolishness and spread her legs with ease. She raised her hands and started to hit him using all her energy to fight him. He laughed and pinned her arms using one of his hands. he used his knees to keep her legs spread.

He smirked knowing what would happen, it always did. He shoved himself inside her and she cringed feeling pain as he caused her to tear. She kept trying to free her hands and trying in vain to get him off her. She nearly screamed for help but didn't knowing it would do no good. She squirmed trying to get him off her and away from her. He used his other hand for leverage and she tried to knee him but failed as he was still inside her thrusting trying to get her to scream. That's why he did this, it got him off and it made her feel like dirt. He hated this woman, he only did this to hurt her. Her pain made him excited, not her body. He came inside her and pulled out pulling on his clothes and smirking as he left.

Anne sat alone back in the corner. She was hiding in the shadows, soon his mother would come in and feed her and clean her wounds. She wouldn't die. She would just suffer. That's how it worked. She hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. Praying to be rescued. She never would be, she was dead in all eyes a ghost. No one knew that Anne Jones was still alive suffering everyday. She felt a tear slip down her cheek and she whispered in the darkness. "Save me"