Mine

Chapter 7

Hi guys!

I got another update in!(:

Again I say- I'm not very good at writing about the whole 'torture' and 'violence' topic. Yet, I'm getting better.(:

By the way, if any of you are good at making covers or know someone who is good at making covers, I'm looking for a new one.(;

Anyways, please remember to fan, comment, and vote.(:

~Kendall

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I screamed out in pain for the millionth time in the past six days. Six days filled with hell. Six days that just seemed to drag on. The only thing you had was hope. Hope that someone- anyone- would find you and save you from the depths of hell you've managed to get lost in. Yet, your hope would all go to waste because no one was coming to save you from the nightmare.

They had moved Ricky to a new room of the same model so we couldn't associate with each other. I'm not sure whether or not his treatment is worse than mine, the same as mine, or not as bad as mine. Hell, I don't even know if he's alive at all anymore!

What I do know is that I need to get out of here. Yet, I won't leave Ricky. I owe him that much.

"Are you listening to me, little girl?!" screamed Louis.

"Stop it!" I screamed as his whip lashed against my battered back again.

"You listen and you listen well, mutt. You are nothing but scum. No one will ever come and save you because you are worthless. You understand? You are nothing. You'll be spending the rest of your pitiful life here in this room," he sneered, his ugly face getting closer to mine.

On instinct, I did something really stupid. I spit right in his horribly grey eye. That was probably the worst thing I could have done because as soon as my spit came in contact with his eye, he was livid.

He raised his large, hairy hands up to cover his face. He mashed his hands against his face, trying to rid himself of the burning in his eye. Then, as soon as he was done, he lowered his hands to reveal his blood shot eyes and his signature smirk.

"Now that was a stupid move, little girl. I have something real nice in store for you," he said, slapping me so hard my head whipped to the side. I would have probably launched into the wall if it weren't for the silver restraints that held me to the table in the center of the white room.

Well, it used to be white. My blood now coated the floor, leaking around and grouping into puddles. My blood also managed to splatter onto the walls somehow, making me sick just looking at it. The only thing that managed to stay clean was the mirror that the rest of the rogues watched my beatings through.

I struggled on the cold marble table that I was bound to. I had silver restraints that cuffed around my ankles and my wrists. That way, I was pinned down on my stomach to the table that was dripping blood off over the sides. Not to mention, all that was left of my clothes were my bra and underwear.

I need to get out of here! I can't take this much longer. I have to get Ricky and get out of here.

I screamed out in frustration and jerked my left hand back. Since my wrist was coated in sweat, my hand slipped out with the help of the jerk.

I immediately froze. The right side of my body was facing the one-way-window, so the observing Rogues must not have seen my wrist free itself.

I can get out of here! I can get my other wrist and my ankles out of the restraints and I can get out of here!