Night Changes

Chapter 3

Savannah's P.O.V

*1 week later*

Today marks the three year "anniversary" since I was taken, and I always dread this one day.

Every year on this day, he performed a melody of torture methods on me. And it was always excruciatingly painful.

I lay on the floor waiting for him to come through that door with the same bucket of horrid items he's came through that door with every year since I've been here.

Stomp...

Stomp...

Stomp...

Was all I heard coming down the spiral staircase that lead to the door of this very room.

I began to prepare myself for what was to come once that door opened.

I was prepared for all the torture that was soon to begin.

What I didn't prepare for, was what kind of painful things that would occur due to the fact that he was pissy drunk.

...

I woke on the same floor, in the same room.

What else is new.

Only I was unable to move.

I only remember some of what happened, yet what I specifically remember was how painful it was.

Slap after slap

Punch after punch

Pull after pull

Kick after kick

Thrust after thrust

My whole body ached, every single inch of it, and what made it worse, was that he wasn't finished. I know he wasn't.

He soon came back, just as I thought, only this time he held something I was unfamiliar with.

It was red, and long, and looked kind of sharp.

It looked terrifying, but what scared me most, was when he cleaned it off and I realized the object wasn't red, it was a dirty silver color.

Kyle's P.O.V

"Hey dude, where are you? I've been waiting out here for hours" I said to Brian.

"I'll be there soon bro, I'm not that far from here, I think, next time we go on vacation, pick a country that's easy to get around" He responded.

"Just hurry, I'm in front of some creepy looking house and I don't want to stand in front of it any longer, looks like something out of a horror scene." I said, looking at the chipped white house with boarded up windows.

"Hahaha, I'm coming," He said.

"Alright," I said just before I hung up the phone.

I looked at the creepy house again, wondering if anybody lived there.

My questions were answered as soon as heard the deadliest, loudest scream my ears ever experienced.

My eyes shot open and I just stood there not knowing what to do, I looked around but all the other houses here seemed to be abandoned or something.

"Aahhhhhh, please stop!" I heard from the inside of the house, it sounded like a girl.

I pulled out my phone and searched up the number for the England police department, or whatever they're called.

I found it and dialed as fast as I could.

"999 what's your emergency?"

After telling them what I heard and describing to them my whereabouts as best as I could, they said they were on their way, and to stay there and wait for them.