My Twin Saviors (Sequel to My Twin Teachers)
"A wise person once told me there's two types of pain, one that hurts you, the other changes you."
I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, I hurt all over
I had spent days yelling for help, nobody came, I spent days fighting against these restrains, nothing happened, I spent days being abused, I always hurt after.
I wasn't strong, I wasn't me
It was all happening again,
But this time I didn't have my daddies to help me
I was alone
It was my sixth day here stuck in this stone basement. I was cold, starving, lifeless.
I looked up groggily seeing the door open. My eyes squinted at the light, I hadn't seen it in so long. A shimmer of hope rose in me when two people walked in.
A cackle soon surrounded the room and my hope was crushed. "I still love the name darling."
Mark threw the person to the floor next to me after stepping down from the wooden steps. "Teach him his place princess. He seems to forget."
With that he was gone.
The man he threw on the floor next to me started coughing up blood and I frowned wanting to help him.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly. Obviously not.
"I will be." He groaned sitting up and leaned against the wall I was chained up against.
"How long have you been here?"
I gasped covering my mouth. "I-I'm sorry." He gave me a weak smile.
"It's not your fault."
"Who are you?" He seemed reluctant to answer but did after closing his eyes.
#237 in Romance: 3/21/17
SEQUEL TO MY TWIN TEACHERS
This story was edited by @RitianneE