I lay limply, no longer having the energy to even try to move. Its been 2 years since I was taken and I haven't broken once. I can't, Ashley shouldn't have to go through any of this. My bones show and I have no muscle at all. I am literally just skin and bones, I dont even want to know what I look like.
"Britni... its time." John's voice sounds through the room and I take a shaky breath. What is this time? Rape? Burns? Posion? Please just let this be over... He comes and lays on me, kissing me roughly. I hold back everything I'm feeling and he pushes in me, moaning. After he cums he kisses me one more time before climbing off me. I suddenly feel my wrists start slide from the handcuffs. One is free then the second one. He still is in my reach, just enough strength... to kill him. Please. I take a deep breath and launch up, shoving my fingers deep into his windpipe, not enough to break the skin but enough to break the pipe. He starts gagging and then falls to the floor lifeless. I sigh and lay back down, my feet are untied but I dont think I can stand... I dont even know where I am. I manage to somehow make my way out of my holding room and down the hall. I notice I'm wearing a light tanktop and baggy shorts. I look outside and sigh, luckily for me its warm out. I look around for anything that could help me, nothing.... absolutely nothing.

Ashley's POV
I down another glass of brandy before Andy calls me for stage.
"I'm coming bro... I'm coming." I huff and walk out. I can't believe it... Britni's dead. I know, I know... its been 2 years but what can I say? I cant forget her. Andy smiles at me and leads me onstage.
*After concert*
I drink at least half a bottle of jack and everything becomes a drunken haze. I just sit holding a picture of her and cry. I cry my heart out. I cant believe it... I need my Savior... I need her.

Andy's POV
I walk on the bus and hear Ashley crying softly to himself. He does this after every show. Drinks and cries, drinks and cries. I sigh, I feel so bad for him. At least me and Olivia are married. I should call her. I hear a weak nock on the bus door and go to open it. When I do, I see the shell of a human there. One that I vaguely recongize.
"A-andy?" A shaky hoarse voice draws me from my memories and I feel myself crying. Britni's alive. She's alive... oh my god...
"Britni?" I question back, but before she can answer she starts hacking. Each cough wracks her frail body, this is the Britni I used to know. This one has gone through hell... I step out of the bus and swoop her into my arms. She's shaking and barely has any clothing on.
"I-its m-me.... d-dont... J-john..." She whimpers eyes wide and scared. I rub her back gently and she cries out in pain. I lift her shirt up and see burn marks, whip marks, belts, scars, scabs, bruises. I gasp and carry her inside. I'm praying Ashley isnt full on drunk yet... please dont let him be....