♡ Hollie's POV ♡
I watched in horror as James brought out the whip. "Take your shirt off." James hissed at Owen . I felt two strong hands wrap around my wrists. I turned around to see Hayes handcuffing my hands to around a rail on the wall. He leaned in real close and whispered, "Have fun." James brought the whip up, and hit Owen hard in the back. The sound of the whip hitting his skin was almost as horrible as his scream. "Owen!" I cried. James kept hitting him over and over again until Owen's back was red. I couldn't bare to watch anymore, so I shut my eyes tight. I felt a sharp pain in my lower back and realized Hayes had kicked me. "Keep your eyes open." I started to sob, calling Owen's name knowing he wouldn't be able to reply. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, James finally said, "I'm done. Take them back." Hayes unstrapped Owen's hands and feet, and as soon as I was not handcuffed and Owen was up, I ran to him and hugged him. He cringed since it hurt where he had been whipped, but he let me hug him. Hayes took us back to the room, and once we were in, I raged. "Why would let them do that? You should've let them beat me." I growled.
"I couldn't?"
"Why not?"
"Because I care about you! I love you, Hollie. You came here, and I felt the same pity for you as I did for anyone else. But.. There was something about you. Something I admired about you. I didn't want them to hurt you... I couldn't bare to see it." He sighed. I was speechless. I grabbed his face with both of my hands and pulled him towards my face. His lips crashed against mine, and I held it. After I let go, I hugged him tight. "Owen, I kinda had a crush on you for like the entire week I've been here. Sorry." I giggled. He hugged me back. After we let go, I stared into his warm hazel eyes. I snapped back to reality when I heard a loud, high pitched squeal. I turned to the source of the sound, to see Madi, jumping up and down. "What's wrong?!" I exclaimed. She had a huge grin on her face. "You guys are in loooooove!" She giggled. I blushed and laughed. "Maybe," I said, teasing Owen. On cue, James walked in, obviously drunk. "You three," He said. "Come on."
"I wont let you hurt Owen or Madi again," I hissed. James walked up to me and slapped me in the face. Owen shot him a glare, and growled, "Hey! Don't touch her."
"I'll touch her if I want to," James growled. Owen walked up to him and pushed him back. James punched Owen hard in the face, and pulled out a knife. "I Don't wanna kill you yet, bro, I want you to suffer for a bit more. But I will kill your girlfriend," He said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close to him. I started to squirm, but stopped when I suddenly saw him hold the knife close to my neck. "Hey," Owen said. "Just let her go. Please. I'm sorry." Owen pleaded. James let me go and I ran into Owen's arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nestled my head under his chin. "Ugh. You're both so naïve. Come on." James growled. We reluctantly followed until we came to a room with five handcuff chains connected to the wall. It was gray, filthy concrete on the walls, ceilings, and floors. James threw us in the room and dragged Madi to one of the handcuffs. I instinctively jumped on James' back, beating at him, trying to protect Madi. James threw me off, cursing under his breath. Owen ran to me, scowling at James. "I told you not to touch her," Owen said. "I'm the one with the knife, buddy." James laughed.
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Don't talk to strangers
Mystery / ThrillerSure, you wave at strangers. Sometimes you occasionally say your hellos, but that's all. Why? Because, as a child, you were told not to talk to strangers. But what happens when strangers talk to you?
