Chapter twelve: The voice

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I wake up and I'm chained up, hanging from my hands. People are in a crowd around me. Tom in front, he's holding something.
"We found her guys!" Tom says. Then Mr Johnson appears from the crowd. he smirks at me. "Let's make her pay." Mr Johnson said evily. I spit at him, he's dirt. I hate him.
"I Agree." Tom said giving Sir a evil look. Toms grip on the object tightens, I now know what it is. Its a whip, a cat and nine tails to be precise. The first strike, I hurts but not too much. I was trained to be strong, so I grin and bear it. Forty-five whips, FORTY FIVE. I feel so weak but don't show it. It's become dark, lights have gone out and my vision begins to fade so I shake my head for it to come back.
"Strong one aren't you!" Sir remarks
"You would know, your weak, it was too easy. how long did it take for it to heal up?" I day angry.
"What are you in about." he says.
"Woah you don't remember, your eye it was me!" I laugh then spit at him again. Sir's face falls, "yeah I remember."
"Yeah how your army fled from me when I was five. Dannie fled too. however you where their best soldier, I beat you!!" I shout. Sir waves his hand and walks away. Two people follow, probably his guards I think, yeah ha Al agrees.
One last hit, I black out.
I wake up in a darkish room, straw on the ground. The door looks like a cell door, sadly. A shadow shoots past me.
"Hello." I say, no answer. "hello? Please help me. I'm kit."
"KIT!" The voice says exited, the figure stands in the light...

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