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A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't been posting! I have been so busy with work and school starting. I am trying to get parts out faster and faster.  But thank you for those who are still reading and waiting for the next parts. I am writing for you guys. Thank you so much for still reading and sticking with me

I stir awake, hearing loud footsteps approaching the room where I am. I tense, my body doing a quick mental scan. I can still feel blood running down my legs, along with my body still buzzing from the voltage charger shocks earlier. My ankles and inner thighs are aching, but besides that, I seem to be okay. My eyes refocus as the door opens. Micheal walks in, looking furious. He grabs the whip as he walks towards me. He doesn't even bother to take the time to re-hook my arms above me before bringing the whip down on my stomach. I scream, already feeling the blood starting to move down my stomach. He continues to bring the whip down in random places with force, making me scream each time it makes contact with my skin. After what seems like forever he stops. There are cuts from the whip all over my body. On my arms, stomach, and legs. And a couple of my back from when I tried to turn my body away from him. He must have been whipping me for at least 10 minutes. He drops the whip, panting and starting to rub his arm. He reaches down and grabs my wrists, bringing them up to slide them into the slot in the wall. I gasp, pain spreading quickly throughout my body. Tears start to slide down my face, not being able to stop. He straddles my hips and wraps his hands tightly around my throat, taking away my air source before I could even regain it.

"That little bitch. She just thinks that she is so perfect. But she is so far from it. She deserved the beating that I gave her. And I hope that she doesn't wake up from it. It would make my life so much easier." I gasp, starting to thrash around beneath him. He finally comes back to reality and lets go, standing up and starting to pace around the room. He finally turns back to me, panic in his eyes.

"I can't let her die. The boss would kill me. You are going to help her. You will bring her back up here, and nurse her back to life. But don't think that this means that your punishments are over. They haven't even started yet." I nod, tears sliding down my face. He walks over and unhooks my arm, roughly pulling me to my feet. My knees instantly buckle and I fall. He doesn't care though, and he starts dragging me from the room. He stops outside of Elizabeth's door and I try to stand, desperately trying to get him away from the door so that Elizabeth won't see me like this. He unlocks the door and swings it open. I look in and see Elizabeth sitting on a beanbag, facing the door in fear. She sees me and instantly jumps up, running over to me. Before she can reach me Micheal grabs her arm and starts to drag her along with us towards the basement. She is in so much shock that she doesn't even fight him. We get to the basement and he opens the door, throwing me down the stairs. I grunt as I hit the floor, the breath leaving my body. I hear quick footsteps down the stairs before I feel a small hand touching my arm. I try to paste a smile on my face as I look up at Elizabeth. She is crying, desperately looking me over for the injuries that are already there. She looks up and sees Micheal walking towards her. She quickly runs over to the group of my friends, who are watching the scene in horror. She runs into Veronica's arms and Veronica grabs her, shifting herself so that she is covering Elizabeth. Micheal reaches me and grabs me by my hair, starting to drag me farther into the room. I scream, trying to use my feet to help me get across the floor quicker. He drops me next to someone and I look over. It is Hailey, who is unconscious and barely breathing. I gasp, sitting up with a grunt and starting to look her over. Micheal is standing over me, watching my every move. I put a finger on my neck and start to count how many beats there are in a minute. After a minute has passed, I only count 62. Which is bad. Her resting heart rate is usually 76 per minute. That means it has gone down by 14 beats. I look over her injuries. She has multiple bruises over her body, along with a couple of cuts that are bleeding. I gently roll her over and assess the back of her head. The back of her head has a nasty cut on it that is still bleeding pretty bad. I look around to try and find something to cover it with, but I can't find anything. My eyes rest on the first aid kit, which is by Jack. He seems to know what I need and slides it over to me. I open it and find multiple pads of gauze. I take them and press them into the back of her head. She whimpers slightly in her rest and I murmur an apology while still applying pressure. I look up at Micheal, who is looking down in worry and in anger.

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