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Kidnapped (Part II)

Freddie's POV:

I can't even feel my back, because fucking Paul had whipped us very harshly. John and I knew that this would continue today. Paul made us guess what his next torture method would be; it was more assault. I suddenly remember it.

John has never been assaulted, but I already was. I still remember the night I was walking when Paul hit me in the head badly and dragged me down on the sidewalks and that was when we forced himself onto me. I hated that moment so much.

This meant that Paul pleased himself with whatever he did to me and John. I was so mad whenever he'd touch or harm John, because he's young and doesn't know how to fight back. But I do, although I'm very shy. But not with Paul. I'm more of a vicious looking person when he sees me. My teeth probably say it all for him to fuck off.

I didn't like this, not one bit. Paul hit me and John. All I can could see was John trying to get up to fight back and punch Paul in wherever he could aim, but he can't fight back because Paul is stronger than us.

Just when I thought John and I would spend more time together; he probably won't anymore, not after this. We probably won't be able to tour anymore. My back hurts. I feel bad for John and John feels bad for me. That's all I can say for now.

At this point, I feel like dying because Paul is already torturing and assaulting us. I remember when I first played the piano for him, I felt uncomfortable and it is because I only liked playing the piano for myself or for the others, especially John.

I then felt Paul putting his cigarette down on the bin I had on the piano and crashing his lips into mine. I tried fighting back but I couldn't, he was strong. Too strong for me. I can't wait to get out of his life. I am a person too and deserve peace and freedom with one I know will love me and be there for me everytime.

Then suddenly, we hear police sirens and they look for Paul shortly before arresting him. They then set me and John free and send us to the hospital where I was when my thigh and throat were hurting.

We stayed there for, again, one whole week. Except that it wasn't just me; it was also John who was with me as well. So I wasn't alone this time.