Taken

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

"Ash," I said rather loudly an ran to him. I went to hug him but he held is hand up. I filled up with worry. It seemed stupid because he helped them kidnap me. Why should I trust him. Even though he has been nice, he has still committed a crime.
I just couldn't help it. He was the only nice person here. I trusted him more than the others. "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded slowly.
I looked at him closer now. He had a black eye and a swollen lip. There was a line of blood racing down from his eye brow to his chin. He shirt was ripped and cut. I gasped. "What happened." I said. "What did they do to you?" I corrected myself.
His eye was so swollen he couldn't even move it. His blue shirt was stained with crimson liquid. "How can I help?" I asked.
"Please.... Get a... Something.... To help... Tend... To the... Wounds..." He said pausing between each couple of words. I got up and looked around. 'The blanket!' I thought. I ran over and grabbed it.
"Put pressure on your wounds. I will be right back." I assured him. I knocked on the door.
It opened to an annoyed face. "Trip, may I please go to the bathroom." I said politely. He grunted and stepped aside. I walked over to the door opposite of my 'room.' Now inside I grabbed the paper towel and wet them with water. I also grabbed a few dry ones in case. I looked through the cabinets searching for pain killers.
I found a pill bottle full of them. I grabbed the a cup of water next to the sink and filled it with water. I opened the door and walked back to my room.
I ran over to Ash and set everything on the floor. I removed the blanket from is stomach and lifted up his shirt. "Can I take this off?" I asked and he nodded.
I removed his shirt and dabbed the wounds with the wet paper towel.
He winced a couple times but didn't say anything. I poured two painkillers in my hand and gave them to him and also handed over the glass of water.
He gulped down the pills. I walked over and go the pillow. "Lay down," I told him. He laid down and I places the pillow under his head. I went back to tending to his wounds. I dab them with the wet paper towel, then with the dry one. I moved onto his faced and dabbed the bruises and cuts with the paper towels.
"Thank you." Ash says. I smiled and continued dabbing his wounds. He grabbed my wrist and said. "That is enough. Thank you. I am okay now." He said.
I stood up and offered him my hand. He grabbed it and pulled him up. I sat him down in the couch. "Get some rest," I said.
"Where are you gonna sleep?" He asked me.
"On the floor," I replied.
"No." He said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him. I laid down and snuggled close to him. but not close enough to rub against his wounds.
He wrapped his arm around me and his breathing steadied. Soon followed was his snoring, then mine.

"Wake up!" Trip commanded. I got up thankful for the not so harsh wakening. He walked me down to get breakfast then to the testing room. I entered the room and waited for the voice.
"Test 3: physical strength" the voice said. Everyday I dreaded that voice again more and more.
A bench press rose out of the floor. I moaned. I knew what I had to do to get out of here so I laid down and grasped the metal bar. "1." A voice counted every time I went up and down. "2...3...4...5..." I felt the weights becoming more and more heavy. "6...7...8...9..." My arms felt more and more weak. I felt the blood drain from them for being up high for so long. "15...16...17...18..." I let out a big breath. "19...20...21..." The weights became painfully heavy. "22...23...24...25..."
I tried to concentrate on the voice and not the heaviness of the weight. "27...28...29...30..." I felt my face turn red. "30...31...32..." I let out another breath. "33...34...35..." I let the weight clank back into its place.
The bench sank back into the floor. I rubbed my sore muscles.
A pull up bar came out of one of the walls. I sighed and walked over to it. I grabbed on and pulled myself up. "1." The voice counted. I kept pulling myself up and down. "10...11...12..."my sore muscles couldn't take anymore.
I jumped of the bar and sat down panting.
"Test 3: completed." I heard the voice say. The room filled with gas. A wave if nausea hit me and I passed out.

I woke up next to Ash. I was thankful for the company. "You okay," Ash whispered in my ear.
"Yeah." I replied. "What about you?"
"I am fine." He said. I smiled.
"Ash?" I asked.
"Mmmm?" he hummed.
"What did they do to you." I asked.
"I knew I would have to tell you sooner or later."

((Ash's point of view))

//FLASHBACK//

I winced as Mark hit me again. For a short guy, he was tough and strong. "Why would you attempt to betray us, Ash?" Lisa said, pushing her silky black curly hair out of her face.
I tried to break free of the duck tape holding my hands together. Another blow from Mark hit me and knocked the breath out of me. I gasped for air and prepared myself for the next blow.
"You brought this upon yourself, brother." Lisa said. Trip walked over with a knife and started to shred my skin.
I yelped and tried to kick him. Mark walked over and taped my legs together. Trip took a iron poker from the fire and pressed it against my skin. I felt my flesh burning away. I let out a scream.
Lisa walked over to me. "Don't be weak." She said and punched my stomach. "This is for your own good." She said and walked away.
Trip grabbed another iron poker and scorches my skin with it. He grinned and pressed it closer it my skin. I let out another yelp. His grin grew wider.
Mark came over a punched me in the face again. I moaned.
Lisa walked back in. "That enough." She said and snapped her fingers. Trip and Mark each grabbed buckets. They threw the salt water on me.
It stung so bad. I screamed loudly then passed out.

((Rachel's point of view))

I gasped. "I'm so sorry, Ash." He finished telling me about what happened to him. He shrugged.
"All because you were nice to me." I mumbled.