Don't talk to strangers

Chapter 10

Hollie's POV

I shoved my face into my hands, tears streaming down my face. "What's wrong?" Owen said. I looked up at him in disbelief. "Oh, you mean besides the inevitable fact that I'm going to be tortured and killed? Oh, nothing. Everything's peachy." I hissed. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. He furrowed his brow and turned around. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped," I said.

"No, it was a stupid question. Of course nothing is okay..." He responded.

I leaned on his arm as he intertwined his fingers into mine. "You aren't gonna be tortured and killed," he said, barely above a whisper. "I'll die voluntarily before they hurt you. They have more against me anyway," He said. I frowned at the thought. Of him dying. "You can't die," I said. "You're the only one who understands. I feel something for you I've never felt for anyone else," I said. "This is more than a middle school crush." He smiled from the side and squeezed my hand. I looked up at him. He looked somewhere around 19 or 20 years. He hadn't told me yet, but he looked young. He had stubble on his perfect lower jaw since they wouldn't let us do any hygienic activities, such as showering. He looked sort of like Adam Levine, and, that, I could get used to. If we made it out of here alive. Madi sat in the corner, hugging her knees and whispering something to herself. I think she's gone insane. It wasn't fair for her to be here. She was so young- her mother and father were probably worried sick. If she had a mother and father. She had so much life to live, and, honestly, so did I. Owen noticed Madi finally and frowned. "I don't care if I get out," I whispered to Owen. "I just want Madi out. It's not fair for her." Owen looked down at me and kissed the top of my head. "You're so protective," he teased. "I guess it's just my motherly instinct," I said, raising an eyebrow. "How adorable," He responded, running his hands through my hair. He leaned in close to my face, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I ran my hands up his chest around his neck, and kissed him. Just as we were having our moment, Hayes walked in. "Ew," Hayes scowled. I quickly pulled away from Owen and stared at Hayes in disbelief. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that." Hayes grinned. He walked over to me and started to unlock my handcuffs. 'A chance for freedom,' I thought. But how could I be truly free without Owen or Madi? He handcuffed me in a separate pair not attached to the wall. "Let go of her," Owen demanded.

"Oh no, I've already had my fun with you. Her turn." I stared at Owen in pure horror as Hayes laughed. Owen reached out for me, but then remembered he had handcuffs. "Hollie!" He screamed. "No! Hollie! Please! I beg you, Hayes!" Hayes just shook his head. "Not a chance, brother." He said, leading me out of the room. I was too horrified to talk, so we traveled to this new room in silence. Once we arrived to the room, I saw a hospital bed and a table next to it. ON the table was a blindfold, a knife, and a razor. I shuddered at the thought of what they were going to do to me. "Dad," Hayes said. Dad? Hayes had a father? And he was in on it?! "I brought Owen's girlfriend," Hayes said, perking up like a puppy about to receive a treat. "Very good," A low, malicious voice said. I saw a silhouette step into sight. The voice laughed and said, "Hello, Hollie. I'm Peter."