Young Romance|Etta and Shawn|Tash and Tom

Bravest

Tash's screams and pleads were heard regularly. I was tortured many times too. I stayed strong, I didn't let it see me weak but after a couple of house of torture I gave in. It was all my fault. They didn't feed us. We always remained strapped up and I could no longer feel my body. I had cuts all over my body. Deep lashes on my arms and a couple on my face. They were going to get infected if I wasn't careful. I prayed for someone to help me, someone to find me. I screamed for Tash but no reply ever came. She must have been really mad at me. If she had her gun with her then she could have defended herself, she wouldn't have been here, maybe not me either. The shame I felt was indescribable, it was eating me up. I now also prayed for death. I prayed for death in order to leave this guilt. I would take all of Tash's whippings for her. Instead of at home, I sat on a chair, tied up, blood covered clothes with rips in it. I had not needed the loo since there was nothing to let out and so, I sat in a chair hand hanging forwards. Lifeless. I was lifeless. I couldn't even believe what Tash was going through. She was one of the bravest people I know and she sounded terrible. I sounded terrible. What if there are others in here? And who is this creep who is keeping us here?! Little did I know, I was about to find out