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Megan's POV
I woke up in a dark room.
Metal chains were tied around my hands, keeping them together.
My eyes scanned the room, landing on a body that sat in the other corner of the room.
"Grayson!" I yelled as I jumped forward to reach him.
"Megan!" He yelled as he did the same.
I was pulled back by the chains that were connected to the wall. There were about a few inches separating me and Grayson, where our chains wouldn't let us move any further.
They had beaten Grayson too. His face was bruised and full of cuts. I could see the pain in his eyes. Mine were then immediately filled with guilt. This is my fault. This is all my fucking fault.
"Megan what do we do?" Grayson asked worried. I just looked into his eyes. I can't lie to him.
"Grayson... There's no getting out of this. This is it. It's done. We're done" I croaked out as I backed away, my back pressing against the wall again.
"No. No! Megan we can't just give up!" Grayson said, his body almost collapsing from exhaustion.
"We don't have a choice" I whispered. My voice had disappeared.
"Everyone has a choice" Grayson said though he sounded defeated.
"Sometimes that choice was made for you" I said as I lead down.
The door to the room swung open and the blinding lights were turned on.
In walked Shawn Bierson, 2 men at his side. Damien then followed, walking straight over to me.
He grabbed my body and forced me to sit up. He grabbed my face with his hand and squeezed it together, forcing me to look at him.
"How aren't you dead" He said in his sick voice. I stayed silent. Damien's hand collided with my face, making my head whip to the side as his hand print was left on my face.
"Answer me!" He yelled as he grabbed my face again.
"I don't answer to cowards" I spat and then sarcastically smiled at him.
He then punched me in my ribs.
"Oh yeah? And how am I a coward" He said as his hands made their way around my throat.
"Wouldn't a real man talk to me alone? I believe so" I said as I smiled again. Damien only hit me harder.
"What is that supposed to mean!" He said as he again grabbed my face.
"It means you're a fucking coward. You're too scared to talk to me alone, where you're shitty men can't protect you." I spat.
I was immediately dragged to my feet as the chains around my hands were taken off. I just smirked as I rubbed over the marks on my wrists that the chains had left.
The 2 men were about to grab my arms when I pushed them away from me.
"I know how to walk. I not a fucking child" I smiled sarcastically as I walked over to Damien.
"So, where are we having our little chat?" I asked. Damien's hand clasped around my arm and I just laughed as he pulled me out of the room.
Is he fucking stupid?
The fact that he didn't like being called a coward?
That's why he is doing this?
Big mistake buddy.
