Broken: a Sequel

Chapter 5: 2D's POV

    My head hurts. My whole body ached, actually. I heard footsteps. I knew I wasn't in the hotel bed anymore. I sat up on the harsh metal floor and leaned against the wall. What the fuck is happening?
    "Hello, Stuart," spoke a familiar voice. Coming out of the shadows was Paula.
    "Hi, you evil cunt whale. How'd you manage to get me here all by yourself?" I asked. I wasn't scared of her.
    "I wasn't by myself. I had some help," she smiled as two large men entered the room and held me against the wall. I was scared of those guys, though. Paula walked up to me, trying way too hard to appear sexy.
    "Where's Murdoc?" I asked, having a panic attack.
    "He's free. However, he got a little banged up during the exchange. Don't worry. I've got plans for him," she grinned that horrid fucking grin. I hated her so much. I wanted to break free and beat the shit out of her.
    "Fuck you, whore! You're sick!" I hissed at her. I struggled to get free from the men but they were much stronger than me. I acted like I had calmed down and Paula walked closer, trying to intimidate me. I stared at the floor. As she came to me, only a few inches away, I looked up a spit right in her face. She shrieked and tried to rub the saliva out of her eyes.
    "That's it! Chain him up! If you want to act like an animal, you can be treated like one," she said bitterly them waltzed away. The men began chaining me to the was by my neck. Fuck. I hope Murdoc is okay. After all that last night. Him being worried he couldn't protect me. Tears began to fill my eyes. I can't stand the thought of him in pain. I didn't know how I was going to be saved. I just knew I had to get out of here.