I'll Never Let You Down ~ Andley

Chapter 9

It's been four weeks, a whole freaking four weeks since I was dumped in here. They have left me alone after every beating, which are progressively getting worse. And I mean completely alone, I haven't had anything to eat whilst I have been here at all; my stomach hurts and it pains me to stand, however they are getting sloppy, they left the door open for three days after my beating I was almost out the door when they seemingly remembered. If you are wondering why it took three days, I was passed out for two and too brutally beaten to mover any quicker.

When he found me he beat me again.

There are so many bruises and cuts all up my back I can feel them every time a move, my legs burn from the amount them have been kicked. My front is disgusting, you can see all my ribs and my collar bones could cut, everywhere is bruised. Down my arms are bruised too, my wrists burn from the rope I have been struggling against and I'm pretty sure they broke my left one. I'm pretty sure my face is covered in bruises and my lip is split and just above my eye is cut

The window in here isn't boarded up very well, so because I have nothing covering my top half I am freezing and I am pretty sure I have caught a cold because I can't stop coughing.

Whilst here I have had a lot of time to think and the main thing on my mind is that I haven't told Ashley I love him. And I really do, if I ever get to talk to him again I am going to tell him. No doubt about it.

Oh god, I can hear footsteps, my stomach does a flip, not the good kind of flip like when I see Ashley the kind of flip as in 'oh shit, this can't be happening'. The footsteps are heavy and slow.

My breath catches in my throat. Tears slowly roll down my cheeks, I don't want this to happen again, I can't take it! A sob rips through my throat as the dead bolt on the outside of the door clicks open.

Please no, I don't want this. Why did this happen to me? Why did this happen at all!

The door swings open and there standing in the doorway, blocking all the light, was the two men that have been making my life hell, like always sadistic smiles plastered upon their faces. But this time they have knives.

Oh god they're going to kill me!

I try to scream but my voice only comes out in raspy whispers. They slowly advance towards me each step causing me to tense. One of them quickly reaches a hand behind my neck and forces me forward, sending me onto my face making me groan in pain.

They start laughing manically, oh no!

I feel the rope on my wrists being lifted up, I scream out as shooting pains run all the way up my left arm. Suddenly my wrists are no longer bound and are falling to my sides. This of course makes me scream out again.

They flip me over and start kicking my ribs the pain soon becomes too much to take and the edges of my vision start to blur but before I could reach the sweet arms of unconsciousness, the one place I feel no pain, the beatings suddenly stop.

I'm pulled up by the hair, forcing me to look at them. I can see their mouths moving but I can't make out anything they are saying, until the last words are muttered "-teach you a lesson!" then I'm suddenly dropped.

Thinking they have left I close my eyes, oh how wrong I was, the tip the knife suddenly pierces the flesh on my stomach, my eyes shoot open but before I could try sit up and push them off a firm arm keeps me in place almost suffocating me.

I can feel letters being carved in to my flesh as I scream out in agony.

When he stops I am again lifted off the ground by my hair like a doll.

This time a blinding light is shone in my eyes causing them to widen. I know what they are doing, they do this every time. Just like they said they are sending Ashley the pictures of what I look like.

I feel sorry for him, it must be horrible being sent pictures of the one you are with, in the state I am, knowing you can do nothing about it. I would be distraught if our positions where reversed.

When they have taken the photo and sent it I muster up the strength to growl, don't worry there is a method to my madness. Anger floods his once smug face and he storms over to me slamming the phone down onto the table beside him.

The guy holding me up lets me drop to the ground and once again scream out in pain as my wrist makes contact with the ground. The guy that had my phone reaches me and repeatedly kicks me in the ribs much harder than he did before two sickening pops echo around the room followed by my yells.

He has broken my ribs I can feel it, it has happen before but this time I feel much worse. My coughing returns when the both leave the room slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. I prop myself up on my front with my right hand. And let myself cough on to the floor however this time it burns the back of my throat.

Oh god, I'm coughing up blood!

Once my coughing fit ends my senses kick in again and my ribs are on fire. However as I turn over I hope my efforts have worked or I would have had and extra beating for nothing.

Slowly I lift my gaze up to the table. I hope so bad it worked. Once my gaze locks on to the table I see it! Oh my gosh! It worked!

I can't believe it, I slowly crawl over to the table and extend my atm to grab the rectangular box that is my phone...

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So... yeah, the kidnappers left the phone xD They are so silly :3

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