{By: Madison}
I hated guns.
My parents hated guns.
My grandparents hated guns.
My great grandparents hated guns.
The hate never ended in the family tree. And now, one was pressed up against my head. The girl who held it was shooting East a wicked smile.
She pressed a button, and shocks buzzed through Easton's body.
"Stop!" I scream. "Stop! Please don't hurt him. It's me!" I cry.
The girl nods with an evil grin, turning the electric chair off. Easton is out, but still breathing.
I look down at the floor as the girl knocks me in the head with the gun.
"You will have wished you never took away his pain. Now it is all yours." She spits on my face. And my arms are tied behind my back.
She grins, knowing I am helpless, defenseless. And by the look in her eyes, she wants to take it to her advantage.
She punches me in the temple and I fall to the ground. It is immediately followed by a kick to the stomach.
She nods at two others to drag me away. I hear Easton wake up with a scream.
"Go hurt her. Go and hurt the girl that did this to you. Go hurt Kenneth Williams." The girl says. I tense up.
The two dragging me tie my arms above me. Then I realize what's happening. This is training.
And I am the punching bag.
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