Jinxed

I will not comply

A/N This chapter is going to be violent and a bit scary so don't read if you can't stomach a little torture  

Once they took MaCk Liam started screaming uncontrollably.  Nothing would calm him down, we were both terrified and had no MaCk to console us.  I sat there thinking about MaCk, I couldn't help but think I was never going to see her again.  I held Liam and tired to calm him and soon enough he fell asleep.  I was so worried about her.  I can't stand the fact that I can't do anything to help her.  I knew she was more scared them she let on, I also knew she was being strong for us.  I hated that, she may not seem like she was to worried, but she was freaking terrified and I couldn't do anything about it this time.  Oh God Please don't let her die.

The men took me into a room and cuffed my hands and feet to the wall.  I knew better than to try and fight, I was gonna need all the strength I had to stay alive.  Soon enough the violet eyed girl; and "Michael" came in bringing a covered table with them.  I clenched my jaw swallowed the lump that had been forming in my throat.  

"So miss MaCkenzie,  I was hoping you would choose the easy way I hate to ruin your sweet little face. But you didn't so I will have to change your mind.  Do you know whats under this cloth?"

I didn't answer and he punched me right in the gut, and grabbed my face squeezing my jaw.

"You are going to answer me and treat me with respect when I ask you a question. Do you understand?" he asked with his voice trembling with anger.

I nodded and he let go.

"I'm gonna give you one last chance and I recommend you think this through.  Will you comply?"

"No"

"Tsk tsk Okay then, shall we begin? "

He took the sheet off of the table to reveal a bunch of syringes and knives.  

"This one makes your pain tolerance practically dissolve."

He picked one up and plunged it into my arm.  I immediately felt the pain in my stomach increase by ten.  Then he picked up a small knife and slowly dug it into my bicep.  I screamed oh gosh did I scream the pain was blinding.  He then had one of the men that brought me here come up and punch me repeatedly.  I felt like I was dying.  One swing after another went to mu gut.  After what felt like eternity he asked me once again

"Will you comply?" 

"No"

This process continued with different techniques and at the end every time he would ask me if I would comply and every time I would say no.  After what I could guess was hours of endless torture, he seemed to be getting desperate.  He picked up a knife and started carving it into my stomach.  I yelled and cried and yelled some more, but he wouldn't stop.  My shirt was in threads so I had little protection against the sharp blade, and my jeans were slowly beginning to soak in the blood from all of my cuts. All of my senses seemed to be fading at once and my vision slowly went dark.  I woke up laying on a table in a different room.  I began to sit up but the pain was too much.  That was when I noticed violet eyes.

"Hello MaCkenzie,  we haven't formally met I'm Emily.  I wouldn't recommend sitting up for just a few more minutes I need to finish stitching you up."  She had a surprisingly kind and caring voice.

"Why am I here?  Where's Dylan?!?!" I asked suddenly panicking.  That was when it all came back to me, the torture, the pain, the screaming. 

"Dylan is fine.  And so is the little one.  Im sorry MaCkenzie I am so so sorry."

"Why?"

"Because I was like you once."

"I am nothing like you.  You are a monster."

"Maybe your right, but I wasn't always.  He took me and my boyfriend when I was sixteen a little younger than you I believe.  I was stubborn like you and said no to his offer, so he tortured me for about a year before he realized I wasn't going to give in. He came into our prison one night and shot Scott." Her voice broke

I was overcome by a sudden fear.  They could kill Dylan if I refused to do what they wanted.

"Im sorry. I-I didn't know."

She didn't answer she just smiled down at me and I played back down.  About thirty minutes later she told me it was okay to get up, but I had to be careful.

"What about my clothes?"  I realized how torn up and bloody they were.

"Here I grabbed these from my closet.  I think they'll fit."

I was very pleased to see the black tank top, plaid shirt, skinny jeans and combat boots.  She stepped out while I changed.  I walked over to the full length mirror and saw how skinny I had gotten.  My hair was matted and my face pale.  I looked terrifying.  I got dressed carefully I winced when I put the tank top on over my stitched up stomach.  I slowly walked to the door and met the two guards who would bring me back to the boys until further notice.

Two Days. That's how long it had been since MaCk had left.  Liam was a wreck and when he wasn't crying he was sleeping.  The poor little guy had been through too much, loosing MaCk just made matters worse.  I wish I could say I had been much better but I was just as emotional as he was.  She had to be dead, there was no way she could still be alive.  The screams that we had heard the day she left rang through my brain and I could only imagine what had happened to her.  I sat awake 24/7 hoping that she was gonna walk through that door and run into my arms, but two days later I had lost hope.  She was a hero that one, a least I knew that for sure.  She had always been so freaking brave.  She was the smartest girl in our class and had never bragged about it.  Come to think of it she never bragged at all, or complained for that matter.  MaCkenzie Jane Smith,  she hated her middle name.  Her mom named it after Peter Pan. Oh God, her mom is going to die, I have to tell her.  My jaw clenched as tears started streaming down my face.  I hated crying like this, she would've hugged me and told me that everything was going to be okay.  I was thinking about all of this when I heard footsteps approach.  I jumped up and so did Liam and sure enough MaCkenzie herself limped through the door.  I ran and caught her as I saw her stumbled and we stood there holding each other for about five minutes, before she went to go take care of Liam who had started crying again.  Classic MaCkenzie... not even worrying about herself, but immediately going to take care of Liam.  I smiled for the first time in about a week and walked over to them.