Olivia's POV
The last thing I remember is reaching for the knife to end my life, but failing. Oh I wish someone would just kill me now.
I opened my eyes to a grinning face I recognised. Stevie. So many questions were whirling around my mind, but I knew they'ed never be answered. I was going to die.
Donald stood behind her holding an old camcorder, the red light was on, indicating that he was recording. "Hey !" He said into the camera. "Uh, the date is the um... 10th of July, 2017,"
Woah, had we really only been in here for 4 days? It's gone so slow. "And this is Stevie's, my girlfriend, first murder!" I lay there, shocked. What if the police find this video? Does e not realise? I guess when he becomes president he'll have all of America under his thumb. His plan seems so perfect.
Interrupting me thoughts, Stevie slapped me hard in the face. Then again. Then again. She carried in until my nose bled. Hadn't I shed enough blood already?!
Stevie picked up my limp hand and proceeded to break everyone of my fingers one by one.
*crack*
*crack*
*crack*
It hurt like hell.
Then I screamed. Stevie pushed my head back on the table, creating a crack. Blood trickled out into my hair. It was the first time I'd thought about my hair, it was completely matted like the other's, now soaked in my own blood.
I glanced down at my hand. All 10 of my fingers where broken at unnatural angles and the pain was immense. You could see the bones poking through my flesh.
Stevie looked behind her and grinned at Donald. "Okay, next station!" Next station? What did that mean?
A/N okay, yes I'm leaving it on a cliffhanger! Hehehe, what happens to Olivia?! What is the next 'station'?!
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