The Gangleader

Chapter fifteen

WARNING: (This scene may be too violent for some viewers, viewer discretion is advised)

Unknown POV

"Get up you worthless piece of shit!" I heard a man yell kicking me in the stomach.

I'm used to it now, I'm covered in bruises. My once tanned skin had been pale, lifeless and covered in ugly scars, bruises, scratches, and burns, anything you could think of. My gorgeous curly hair that fell behind my back was now tangled, and dirty. I never smiled, I always looked down, my bright hazel eyes had dulled down, my hips were always bruised from the rape. I was just not the same anymore, I was ugly, scarred and broken. 

I missed my life before I was taken, I was happy. Now I live here as a slave.

I stand up with the chains connected to my wrists as one of the men pull me out from my cell. He dragged me up the cement stairs that lead out from the basement. We reached the grand floor, and soon we were in the presence of the man that has made my life hell for the past few years. The man leading me pushed me on the ground towards the other man.

"Her she is Lucas." I hear him sneer from behind me.

"You may leave." He demanded, dismissing the man.

"Hello, darling," Lucas smirked.

He was disgusting to me, I look away in disgust. But he pulled my face forcefully towards him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yells slapping me.

"Yes, sir," I whisper.

"Now, I'm getting pretty bored you." He sighed, leaning back in his chair, "I bought a new slave and I want you gone, you're no use to me anymore." 

I look up with shock and disbelief. I finally get to leave this place.

"Oh don't get your hopes up, by gone I mean dead. You don't think I'm that stupid, do you? Letting you run off so you can go tell." He laughs.

Lucas then takes ahold of my neck tightly, "I want you dead." He spits before he threw me back on the ground.

"Take her to the torture room, make her die slow." He smirks, he then calls for one of his guards before I got pulled away.

- 

They hooked me to chains that hung from the ceiling, my body dangled from the ceiling with my hands above my head, leaving me in my undergarments. The walls were covered in different devices and the tables were covered in weapons. 

Two men walked in with smirks on their faces, one held a whip in his hands inspecting it. The other held a belt with tiny pricks on it.

The warm tears streamed down my face and before I knew it I felt the impact on my bare back. I screamed out in pain while I felt the whip continue to slash out on my back. The other man started whipping me with the belt and I screamed louder as I felt the blood dripping down my body. I looked down and saw blood and gashes forming.

The room was filled with my screams and cries.

Jackson's POV

"I call this meeting because we're gonna find Amelia," I announce.

"Amelia?!" Madison gasps.

"Yes," I whisper.

"And how are we gonna do that," Lilly grumbles with her arms crossed.

"Well, we know that Lucas has her. Just not where." I respond.