Chapter 3- Sky

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The man threw me into a cage and I crab walked all the way to the back. My heart was pounding against my chest as tears ran down my face in free fall. I dug my nails into the palm of my hands and pulled my knees up to my chest. Detective Dexter and Reed will save me... Right? Yes. Of course!

My clothes are already shredded and my exposed skin already has cuts. My salty tears got into some of the cuts on my knees when I was thrust into the gravel and shells and now my knees sting. Be brave. Sam wants you to be brave.

You know what Sam? Stuff it! I'm going to die here! I wiped away my tears, fighting with myself mentally will do nothing to help me. I have to save myself. I took a deep breath and relaxed, maybe knowing why he wants me so bad can help me buy myself time.

I reached my hands up and felt flat metal bars above my head. My body is aching as I tried to scoop myself off of the bay covered ground. That was hard because I have little to none upper body strength and whatever I did have left is long gone. My fingers are freezing and the metal is trying to freeze my hands so I have to let go every five seconds to regain composure and feeling in my hand. Harder than it looks.

I glanced around, there seemed to be another cage next to me, I quit the idea of trying to understand the cage and accepted the idea of finding out what's going on here. I crawled over to the other side of the cage and peered into to other cage. There was two bodies in there, one female and one make at my guess. They looked like they are sleeping, how are the sleeping in a time like this?

My attempts at hissing didn't wake them up so I screamed. It seems reasonable seeing the situation I'm in. Thank goodness that woke them up. They shuffled over, tightly squished together because of the cage. Mine was considerably larger but I'm guessing that it's because I'm currently the main attraction.

The boy had black hair and green eyes, at least that was what I could see in the dimly lit room and the girl had brown hair and bright blue eyes. The boy kind of reminded me of Detective Dexter, if you switch their eyes. Shut up Sky! No one can save you! You have to save yourself.

"Who are you?" The girl whispered.

They both seemed incredibly dirty and then I glanced at myself, I'm a billion times worse. Oh my... There's skeletons covering the floor around me. They may never catch this guy because he's a serial kidnapper killer person and not a personal strike which would of been much easier.

"S-Sky, you?"

I have to admit, they look familiar and I have a feeling that this may be personal. The boy protectively wrapped his arm around the girl and she blushed at this small sign of affection. I guess being locked in a cage, love is all you need.

"I'm Michael and this is Lily." I know them! Michael was kidnapped a year ago and Lily was kidnapped a few months... They were siblings to someone on... Trial. Oh no.

I ran my hand through my hair even though my fingers were numb and they got stuck because of the current state of my hair. My lungs boycotted oxygen and I had to take extra breaths to actually breathe.

Lily shakily extended her hand from her cage and I did the same. I was expecting some sort of handshake but instead she held my hand. It was reassuring and nerve wrecking at the same time. She had cuts running up and down her arms, Michael seems less harmed and considering me, I'm definitely the worst.

"So, this place, they just leave you to die?"

"Worse." Michael mumbled gravely.

Lily took a deep breath before clarifying, "They believe that siblings of killers are still bad so they don't want them in society anymore. They bring by the siblings of the victim and they torture you. Michael's sibling killed a guy with a younger brother but his brother didn't believe he should pay the price. So he just obliged to Michael being here for the rest of his life. Me, my sister killed a man in self defense and his older brother comes by once a month to kick me in the gut. Then, there's you."

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