Ron walked over to Taylor and grabbed the phone out of his hand. Taylor started to breathe hard. He knew this was bad, really bad. Ron looked at the phone, then back at Taylor. He then threw the phone hard against the wall. Taylor watched as what he thought was his only chance of getting out of here smash against the wall into pieces. Ron grabbed Taylor by his arms and lifted him off the ground. Taylor shook his body trying to get his feet back on the floor.

"Who did you call?" Ron screamed, shaking Taylor. Taylor didn't answer.

"Who the fuck did you call?" Ron screamed again, squeezing him tighter.

"My brother" Taylor blurted out, he wanted Ron to let him go to just get back on the ground.

"What did you tell him? Did you tell him where you are?" Ron yelled. Taylor let the tears spill out of his eyes.

"He couldn't hear me" Taylor said, not even knowing if that was true. Ron's eyes were full of anger as he stared at Taylor, still holding him up.

"What did I say I was going to do if you tried something Taylor?" Ron yelled. Taylor knew exactly what he had said he would do and he knew that this was probably it, the end. Ron threw Taylor forcefully on the floor. Taylor landed on his back and the wind was knocked out of him. He gasped for air. Ron kicked him in the side. Taylor curled up in a ball. Ron then grabbed Taylor by the waist and lifted him up to his feet. He pulled him up over his shoulder and walked out of the room. He struggled to get away, but it was useless. He carried him down the hall. They turned into a room with a single chair sitting in it. Ron set Taylor down in it. Taylor felt extremely confused and helpless. He sat there and watched Ron go through a small box that was in the corner of the room. The room was much smaller than his room, it was plain and empty. Ron came back over to Taylor with some rope.

"Put your hands back behind you" Ron said, kneeling down behind him. Taylor turned his head to look at him.

"Do it!" Ron yelled. Taylor closed his eyes and put his hands back behind him. He felt Ron tie the ropes around his hands. When he was finished he walked out of the room, shutting the door, leaving Taylor alone. Taylor dropped his head. He had no idea what Ron had in store for him and he was scared to even think about it. He had messed up. He should have waited to call Isaac, he should have been quieter, he should have done so many things to get him out of the situation he was in now.

"At least they know I'm alive" Taylor thought to himself, "but I don't know how much longer that's going to be."

Ron opened to the door and walked back into the room. He shut the door and looked at Taylor. Taylor didn't lift his head. Ron walked over and grabbed his hair making him look at him.

"This all could have been avoided" he said. Then he struck Taylor hard across the face knocking him off the chair he was sitting in fell over and he spilled on the floor. Taylor used his legs to try to back up away from Ron, but it was useless. The room was tiny, he wasn't going anywhere. Ron pulled him up to his feet and struck him again sending him back to the ground. Without use of his hands, Taylor couldn't try to block his face from the brutal punches. Ron began to kick him over and over in the stomach. Taylor began to cough and yell out and pain. Ron picked him up off the ground again and threw his limp body into the wall. Taylor slid down the wall. He became numb. He felt the blows, but he didn't care anymore. For the first time since he got there he wanted to die. He wanted this all to be over with. Ron continued the punishment for what seemed like forever. When the beating stopped Taylor coughed up blood and laid there on the floor. Ron stood over him, looking down. Taylor looked up at him barley able to open his eyes.

"Just...kill me" Taylor spoke quietly. Ron stared at him, gave him one last kick in the side making Taylor curl up in a ball. He leaned down and got right into Taylor's face.

"You have to learn Taylor. You have to learn that you're not going to get out of here. You can't get anything passed me. If I find out that you told your brother ANYTHING in that phone call that lets him know where you are I will not only kill you, I will kill your whole family. Now this is your new room, get used to it. Don't expect food or water for a while. You will learn" Ron said in a sinister tone. He got up and walked out of the room slamming the door.

Taylor laid there letting his words sink in. He had never been in so much pain in his life. With his hands still tied behind his back he closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, never wanting to wake up again if this was what his life was going to be like from now on. He felt like he wanted to cry, but he just couldn't get the tears out. His whole body ached. He felt completely weak and powerless.