Aphotograph of the mother and her son along with a vase of lilies sat ontop of the chest of drawers.As I walked in I suddenly caught my reflection in ... large mirror next tothe window in the corner of the room. I looked ridiculous. The clothes Iwas wearing were drenched and hanging off of my small frame, the sleevesof my hoody hung down past my hands. I rolled them up and took down thehood. My nearly shoulder length brown hair was sodden as well as I ran ahand through it wondering when I would. He came into the room with the gag in his hand and sat back down on the couch. "Open that slutty, naughty mouth, slave," he said, and pushed the ball into my mouth. He attached the strap around my head and pulled me over his knee. He told me to place my hands together at the small of my back and he clamped my legs in his. He lifted my skirt and folded it over my hands. For good measure, he held my upturned skirt and hands in one of his hands as he raised the other over his head and brought it. I just dropped it and got out of there feeling humiliated and wanting to move straight out.I went back into my room and tried to fall asleep and blur it out my mind as i knew money was so tight, i would never be able to afford a place of my own. A few hours later, around 2am in the morning, i heard a loud bang as my dad had fallen through the door on his way home from the pub. I could hear him struggling to get up the stairs so i thought it was best to get up and go help him. I was only wearing. .I saw no one...the last thing I saw moving on that street...was a black van moving away...I had at least one clue...the license plate....I was the whole night looking for a solution and I came across an owner of the Van...his name was Louis Schmidt...the next day, I was obviously paying him a visit...--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Alex-I woke up...dizzy from the chloroform....I.