The Part of Me That You Don't See~a Dance Moms Maddie AND Mackenzie story~

Ch. 25: Do it Or I'll Kill You

Mackenzie's POV:
I did as Greg said now. I'll admit, I'm absolutely terrified of him and what he'll do now.  He sets me down right near the river.
He's gonna throw me in.
He's gonna throw me in.
He's gonna throw me in.
Is what I think. But, what he actually does catches me off guard. Completely. Nobody has ever done anything remotely similar to me in my life. I yelp in horror as Greg rips off my shirt and throws it into the river. Fortunately I'm wearing a tank top underneath but it's still freezing! Just when I think I'm lucky, no. Of course not. He attempts to peel my Navy blue tank top off but I will not stand for this.
"NO!" I shout, yelling scratching, even hissing at him. I refuse to let him see me.
"Fine," he growls. Go behind that tree and take off the rest of what you have on. When I don't move he screams,
"DO IT OR I'LL DROWN YOU RIGHT NOW! WOULD YOU RATHER COOPERATE AND LET ME FREEZE YOU HALF TO DEATH OR SHOULD I JUST DROWN YOU? Huh?" He yells. Obediently, I go behind the largest tree I can find. Slowly I take off the rest of my covering. My tank top, leggings, socks, and everything else leaving me completely exposed to the freezing night air. I shivered, somewhat from shame and some from the temperature, but I resist the urge to puke when I see Greg staring at me, unclothed.
"Hurry up! Get out here!" He bellows. Slowly I walk, attempting to cover myself with the clothes I'm holding, but he snatches them away, looking me up and down. I just want to die, throw up, disappear. I feel so disgusting as he stares, feeling proud of himself for embarrassing me in the worst way possible. He throws the bundle of clothes in the river with a laugh, pushing my bare back towards the water. I feel beyond uncomfortable walking knowing he's staring at my butt and I am so creeped out right now.
"Get in the water!" Greg yells. I tentatively put one foot in. The water is piercingly cold, and the small amount of water washing over my foot chills me like a thousand icicles.
I hear him approaching me but still don't get in. He touches my bare bum and pushes me in, me squirming to get away from his touch. He laughs, tears streaming down my face.
"Why-why would you do that?" I blubbered, still crying.
"Because I know touching you is your weakness." He chuckles demonically.
"Start swimming." He orders, and I do what he says, afraid.
I childishly swim around for his own twisted amusement. "Go get your clothes if you want them back." He finds himself hilarious as he snorts and laughs hysterically as of his seeing me like this is the highlight of his entire life. I gather up my clothes from the icy river. Thankfully they got stuck on a cluster of jagged rocks floating down the river. I make my way back to the shore, looking at the ground sadly as he stares at my front. As I climb out in shame, he finally stops staring at me and goes over to his truck. I hear voices coming from inside of it and I scramble to force my sopping wet clothes on.
"Come on out now." I hear Greg say, in that same creepy tone he uses whenever he's up to something. I watch as 3 girls get out of the car. One of them is tall with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. The other girl is slightly shorter with long, dirty blonde, silky hair and green eyes. The third girl has brown hair and- wait. She looks familiar! The brown haired girl turns around completely and I can now clearly see that it's Kendall!
"KK!" I squeal, running up to her, but Greg stops me with his strong arm. He silences us all and leads us past the strange metal box to a ramshackle cabin in the woodlike clearing of trees.
"What are we doing here?" The shorter girl asks me. "I don't know, but you'd better be quiet, or he'll hurt you." I respond, referring to Greg.
"That's right. I will." He smirks. I don't even know how he heard her question! She asked in a very quiet and timid voice.
When we finally reached this eerie cabin, Greg motioned for us to stop and sit on the rotting brown front porch.
"So, my little girls." Greg says, being creepy once again.
"You're all here for a reason. You are to be my little slaves. There are some- rules you must follow." He adds. "You do whatever I say. Whatever. Little miss Mackenzie here had to learn that the hard way, didn't you?" He says, staring into my eyes with an emotion I can't quite decipher. "Yes, sir." I reply.
"From now on you will all say, yes Master." Alright?" He says. "I have something for you all." Greg continues. He strides over to a dark brown trunk resting on the porch and opens the lid. He pulls out 5 little black and white maid outfits, and the  skirts were so short it was almost a shirt! I always knew Greg was creepy but I hadn't realized he could be such a perv! "You are to wear these all the time unless you have permission not to. Do you understand?" Greg furiously asks as if we have already broken some sort of rule. We all nod.
"Oh," he adds. "There's one more thing I have to show you." He says. He leads us into the  cabin, all the way to the back. There's a little nook back there where you could put your shoes and coats in the winter time, but what hangs in the place of the coats makes me quiver in fear. My sister, Maddie. Chained to the wall.
"Whenever any of you breaks a rule, I'll take it out on Maddie here." Greg says. "And don't doubt that I will."