The Organization.

Chapter 3

How was I supposed to know that once you enter you don't leave? At least not for a while anyway. Crime scene, thats the word I remember them saying, I had opened up a crime scene. How can it be my fault? The lifeless fifteen year old nailed to the wall. Dead. The dark red blood dropping down was bound to stain the walls and would almost defiantly need painting afterwards. I had never seen a dead body before, I mean I was six, what six year old had? But living in this ruthless world I realized I probably had no choice but to get used to it. Used to the hate and the violence that now surrounded my every move.

I had opened the door only to find the blood, I never expected to see the bright blonde, blue eyes exceptionally beautiful fifteen year old girl nailed, yes literally nailed to the wall. The blood was think and not thin and dripping like you expect, it was running slowly like a snail down the wall, onto the carpet. I was in shock, complete and utter shock. When I couldn't handle it anymore I screamed. I screamed as loud as my little lungs would let me. Loud enough to cause the commotion I had got myself into now. What have I done? Would they think it was me? Would I be sent to where the 'bad people' went? The biggest question surrounding me was the one that hurt most. 'Will I end up like this? Nailed to a wall because (as I later found out) she had refused, refused 'the master'' what this meant I didn't know. Not until it happened to me which you will later find out.

Once the people started flooding into the room I realized what I had started, a riot. The blonde girls friends screamed, they cried until I thought they were going to run out of tears. The guards started to try and get people out but there were too many. No one would leave, but me. I had to get out of there, I needed to get away from this world. As I began to make my way to the door someone grabbed my shoulder. Him again. I could smell his Mayfair breath a mile off. Revolting.

"And where do you think your going young lady" he spoke to me in his stomach curling voice of his.

"Im scared" the only words I could get out of my mouth. Instead of letting me go like I thought he would he ended up dragging me by my hair back into the room and sat me in the bed with the harsh words of

"move and i'll kill you" so I did, I stayed and I waited until everyone had left, and only then did the questions start.

"Who was here when you came in" "why was you out of your room" "where is your minder." The kept telling me I had opened up an unnecessary crime scene. What that meant I don't know but surely it was the person who commuted the crime that opened up the crime scene. It was all getting too much and before I knew what was going on I had vomited all over the questioners dark tanned like leather cowboy boots.

Within seconds his fist had connected with my cheek and that was my first, and one of many beatings.

It hurt. The blood, the punches, the kicks. He pulled and pulled, clumps and clumps of hair fell out, he just wouldn't stop. I knew I never meant to vomit on his shoes, I'm more polite than that, I could of asked for a bag if I had the time too. The punches and slaps didn't stop, at this point everyone else has already left the room so it was just me and him. Greg, the person who from all the kind questioning I had just taken part it, I actually thought he was nice. Well nicer than everyone else. The pulls and kicks to the stomach didn't stop for what must of been only about thirty minutes but felt like hours. My nose was bleeding, not just a little bit either, a lot. Gushing blood everywhere. Two black eyes, a broken nose, broken ribs and a fat lip later Sophie finally came to look for me.

I never knew how she managed to get him to stop, but I think now I had a rough idea. By this point falling in and out of consciousness had been the normal stuff over the last hour. He had beat me so badly that they really thought I needed propper medical attention, but someone was bound to notice me so I was left while Sophie 'ran errands', left alone to mend my own broken bones, two ribs to be exact. My body was in pain all over, I felt lifeless to my core. Right then I couldn't of cared if I had died. At least this all would of been over.

When Sophie returned she had brought got water and soap to wash all the remaining blood off but I just didn't have the energy to do it, I would rather of just lauded there all night and cried but she insisted I had to. We obviously sill had to attended dinner. It was number one rule, always look appropriate for all meal times of whenever you was going to see 'the master'. I couldn't understand why but now I realize its so he could pick his next 'victim'. The next girl to suffer the abuse he had planned for each and every one of us. An early grave I called it.

I ended up giving in and let her wash me, she washed my whole body including my long blonde hair. I had been here 7 weeks now and if my calculations were right we were on the 15th December which meant Christmas Day and my birthday would be coming up soon. Yes I was born on Christmas Day, 'gods miracle' my parents used to call me. Still no one has mentioned them or even answers my questions when I asked if they knew were I was, but after the beating I was given off Greg, I knew they would never put me in danger so it was a no. They had no idea where I was. The thought scared me more than anything.