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Chapter Three: Locked Up

WARNING:

THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME VIOLENCE, GORE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE, AND LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Kennedy was sitting in the park, reading "50 Shades Of Grey". It always made her vagina so wet when she read the sex scenes. She was also listening to "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga on her iPod. However, the version she was listening to was a cover by someone called Cosplay Gamer. "Hey, Kennedy!" Christopher greeted her as he rolled up in his wheelchair. She couldn't hear him over the ear piercing music. "Kennedy!" He shouted again. She still didn't hear him. He pulled her earbuds out. "Oh! Hi! Sorry lol!" She said, embarrassed. "It's alright. Whatcha doing?" He asked. "Just reading and listening to music." She said. "Oh cool. What're you reading?" Asked Christopher. "50 Shades Of Grey. I know it's kinda weird but I've always loved these books." She said. "Really? Me too!" Christopher said excitedly. Suddenly, Kennedy felt something strange inside of her. Her face got hot and her stomach filled with butterflies. Not literal butterflies, that would be weird. She leaned forward and kissed Christopher on the lips. He pulled away after a couple of seconds. "What was that for?" He asked, confused. "Uh... I'm sorry." Kennedy said awkwardly. She began to get up and walk away but Christopher grabbed her wrist and started kissing her again.

Naona stood outside the basement door. The basement where Jasmine was tied up. There was a loud banging noise that occurred every couple of seconds. It was driving Naona crazy. "Quiet down in there!" She yelled. The sound continued. She opened the door and walked down the creaky wooden stairs. "Will you-" Naona cut herself off when she what was making the banging noise. Jasmine was bashing her own head against the pipe she was tied to. "Jasmine! Stop!" Naona screamed. She ran over to her and held her head up. There was blood pouring out of her skull. "Jasmine, this is really dangerous. You could've killed yourself." Naona said angrily. "My friend is lost. And you people keep me tied up down here so I can't even look for her." Jasmine said, beginning to raise her voice. "We have a bunch of people out looking for her right now. But we can't be sure that you didn't kill her." Naona argued. Jasmine looked at her furiously. "C'mon, let's get you to Halle." Naona said, untying Jasmine's rope and helping her to her feet. She brought Jasmine to Halle's medical tent. "Jesus. What the hell happened?" Halle asked in near disbelief. "She banged her head against a pipe." Naona told her. Halle gave Jasmine a few stitches and then handed her some painkillers. "Here, these will help with the pain." Halle said. "The only thing that will help my pain, is finding Emily." Jasmine said. "Maybe tie her to a bed next time." Halle suggested to Naona.

Ella slowly crept through the hallway. She was holding her silenced pistol in front of her, ready to shoot. "Find anything?" Nick called to her from upstairs. She jumped slightly and then made a face of disgust. "Nick, will you shut the fuck up for two seconds? Your voice makes me suicidal!" She yelled at him. "Hey, I think I found some tampons in the bathroom! Just thought you should know!" Nick replied angrily. Ella took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from shooting him. She kept walking down the hallway. Suddenly, one of the doors on the side flung open. A cuckster stumbled out, growling and making choking sounds. She screamed and then shot her gun. The cuckster bumped into her though, so the bullet hit it in the chest. It pushed her to the ground and tried to bite her throat. She pushed it away and grabbed at it's rotten flesh. Little flakes of greenish-brown skin came off in her hands. "What the fuck was that?" Nick shouted. "Help me, you fucking dumbass!" She screamed. The cuckster continued to grab at her and pushed her arms aside. It wrapped it's teeth around her throat. Then there was a quiet squeak sound. The cuckster fell onto the floor. Ella stood up warily, her shirt now covered in blood. Nick was standing at the end of the hall, holding his gun in front of him. "Took you long enough, asshole." Ella said irritably. "Fuck you! I just saved your life! Again!" Nick yelled. "Awww, my knight in shining armour." Ella said sarcastically. "Fine. I'll let you get eaten next time." Said Nick, turning around and going back upstairs. "Do you really think we're gonna find Emily here?" Ella asked, following him upstairs. "I doubt it. But since when do you care what I think?" Nick responded. "I don't. Fuck you." Ella said, turning her head away. Nick walked stepped into a room he hadn't been in yet. It looked to be a little boy's bedroom. There was a small bed with spaceship themed blankets. There was also a dresser with a bunch of action figures on top. A Spider-Man themed carpet sat in the middle of the room. All of a sudden, there was a rumbling sound coming from the closet. Nick and Ella both flinched. The closet doors were shaking, like someone was banging on them. "What the hell..." Nick said, approaching the closet. There was a lock on the handle. "Why would someone have a lock on their closet?" Ella wondered aloud. "Stand back." Said Nick, pointing his gun at it. He shot the lock and it fell off. He glanced back at Ella and then slowly opened the closet. He stepped backwards as a small cuckster, wearing blue pyjamas, ran out of the closet. It had a high pitched growl. "Shit fuck!" Nick exclaimed. He quickly shot it in the head. He and Ella looked down at the rotted corpse of the little boy who used to live in that room. A tear ran down Ella's cheek. "I guess his parents must have locked him in their so he would be safe from the cucksters. He must've suffocated." Nick assumed. Ella began crying loudly. "Y'know, it never gets any easier, does it? We see dead people every single day, and it's just as hard every single time." Said Nick sadly. Ella grabbed him by the shirt collar and pushed him backwards onto the bed. She got on top of him and began taking off her shirt.