"Move." Okay, that is not the voice of any of the boys . . . I move my head around, frantic but this idiot doesn't realize that I can't move my legs!
"She can't move Turk." Who is Turk?! And who is talking right now?!
"Shut up. Drag the boy down the stairs and make him kneel like the rest of them. I'll bring the bitch." Bitch?! What did I do? What are they doing with the boys, my boys? Please don't hurt them …
Turk picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. I feel him walking down the stairs and as soon as he steps off of the last step, I hear muffled yelling and screaming. What is going on? He continues walking and he suddenly stops and drops me on the ground. My head made contact with the floor and the pain was intense. Why did we have to have hardwood flooring? The pain subsided a bit after a few seconds but soon a pounding sensation starting.
"Kneel!" Does this guy know how to speak like a normal person? I did as told because the last thing I needed was to be dropped on my head again. As soon as I was kneeling, I felt cold hands on my neck. I tensed up which caused the person to release a throaty chuckle. His hands moved up and undid my blindfold.
The sight before could've broken any person's heart. Ryan, Matt, and Chris were all kneeling on the floor. They all had gags in their mouth but none of them had their eyes covered. Their legs and hands were tied up. They were kneeling, just like me, and each one of them had a part on their body that was covered in blood. They were all struggling to get out of the grip of their binds and fear was clear on all of their faces. I never thought I would see them like this, so scared, so vulnerable.
I looked around and I saw an unknown guy standing in the corner. Just looking at him sent chills down my spine but nothing that made me scared. More like safe but this is the guy that's probably going to kill us.
He was a tall, dark figure, dark black hair and black beady eyes. His skin was the color of caramel and he was about six feet tall. The shadows were covering his face but I could still make out his expression. He looked like he had no heart but his eyes told you, he didn't want to be here.
That's another thing I was taught, to read their eyes. Someone shuffled behind me and I whipped my head around and Turk stood before me. He slowly walked around until he was kneeling in front of me. Naturally, Ryan, Chris, and Matt started flipping out. Even the guy against the wall tensed up a bit.
Turk was a vision in white. Not romantically but in a terrifying way. His hair was shockingly white; not anything but white. It was straight and pushed towards the side so you could see his black, beady eyes; identical to the eyes of the man in the corner. And his skin was the color of ivory and just looking at it chilled me to the bone.
"Well, hello there." He didn't stick out his hand like a normal person, instead he slapped me. The pain was instant and fiery. Pain pulsated through my entire face and tears blurred my vision. Tears were now a steady stream down my face.
He continued slapping me until the slapping turned into punches. Each punch felt like my bones were cracking. The pain fresh and new each time another blow came. Now, I smelt blood fresh in the air and I had no doubt that it was mine. I opened my eyes when I realized that they were closed. I looked at the boys and all of them were frantic trying to break their binds.
"Turk!! Stop!! She's had enough!" Mystery man moved from his place and in a second, he was standing behind Turk.
"Shut up Jake!!" Oh, so his name is Jake. And geez, Turk has problems.
Why was this happening? What did we ever do? The punching finally subsided and Turk's face was an inch from mine. His eyes full of anger.
"Now that fun time is over, I need answers." Fun time?! FUN TIME?! How in the world was that fun? This guy was a sadistic jerk!
"Did you kill my parents?" What . . . When I didn't answer, he punched me in the gut and I could feel bile coming up my throat. Yo Turk!! I can't speak you idiot!! I looked up at him and shook my head in confusion. In a hurry, he grabbed my chin roughly and yanked the gag out of my mouth.
"Answer me!!" I bowed my head forward and cried freely. I looked up and his hand was raised, ready to strike me again.
"I haven't killed anyone!!" You would think he would be happy that I answered him. Wrong. He punched me in the gut and the bile came out of my throat in a spray. It was blood. That can't be good.
"Don't lie to me!! You killed two people five years ago!! How would you feel if I took your precious daughter away?!" Daughter? I've never given birth to anyone's kid!
"I don't have a daughter!" I was crying uncontrollably now and his face was twisting in confusion.
"Aren't you Katrina Jones? Cameron Jones' wife?" He was now speaking like a normal person. Why was he talking about my parents? They disappeared years ago. . .
"Those are my parents!" Turk's face fell in complete sadness and anger but, I couldn't really pay attention because the room was starting to spin.
"Don't just sit there Turk! Help her! She looks like she's going to pass out!" Nathan was defending me for some unspoken reason that only he knew. Why would he even care? He probably wanted me dead as much as Turk did.
I heard a big snap and I whipped toward the direction of the sound and I saw that Ryan had broken through his binds and he was now rushing over to me. He bolted over to me and held me in his arms. He kept looking from me to Turk and soon anger took over him and he laid me gently on the floor. He stood up and glared at Turk and said, "You're officially dead." Then, he ran over to him and I blacked out.
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