CAUTION: This chapter has extreme mature content, and extreme violence. DO NOT read if you are under 16, or if you can't handle strong topics. It isn't an easy chapter to read, but it is an important part of the story.
I woke up to the sound of voices in the house. I sat up, and realized I was in Tremaine's room.
"Tre?" I called out, but got no answer.
"Oh Princess is that you?" A male voice said, full of pure disgust.
I heard Ema scream, and Brett came running down the stairs. I ran to shut Tre's door, but a massive hand slipped inbetween and grabbed me. I screamed as he picked me up. He handcuffed me to him so I couldn't run, and threw me on his shoulder. Brett came running down the steps, and shot the shorter man by the door, but the guy holding me pulled out his gun.
"No!" I screamed.
I put my hand over the gun as he shot, the bullet ripping through my hand. He shot again, and his Brett. Brett fell to the floor, and laid there lifeless.
"No! Brett!" I screamed, Ema piped in.
"You animals. What do you want with us." She screamed , trying to hold her tears back.
"Oh I'm glad you are so eager to know." The man said, with a disgusting look on his face.
They threw us into the car trunks, and sped off to our next destination. It felt like hours later, but they opened the trunk, and yanked us out. I cried out as they crushed my bad hand, but they just laughed. They pushed us through the door into the building, and took us down a set of cement stairs in a dirt cellar. They walked over to two giant wheels hanging off the wall. They had symbols all around them, and a slot in the middle to slide a person. They uncuffed Ema, and before she could fight they slide her into the wheel on the left, and latched her in. Then they uncuffed me, and slid me into the one on the right. After they latched me in they bandaged my hand up.
"Now Princess since you were ever so eager to know our plans let me tell you. This is a game, each symbol means something. Whoever spins gets to do what the symbol means. Now, there are only 10 symbols darling, you will catch on." He said with a devilish grin on his face.
"What the fuck do the symbols mean?"I yell out.
The man turns to the others and smiles, "Wow have you ever seen girls this happy to play. I'm proud. We picked out good ones, ones that will never get away from us this time." He said, smiling again.
This man was crazy, evil too.A blonde haired boy walked over to Ema, and looked her up and down as if to see if she would pass Inspection. He spun the wheel, and Ema screamed. It landed on a clover symbol.
"Aha, that means lucky. As in, you got lucky. Do you need a condom?" The man asked.
The blonde boy answered, "Yes sir I do, I would hate for this game to end because she got pregnant." He said, and laughed.
"Oh it wouldn't end." The man said laughing back, and tossing the boy a condom.
Ema screamed out everything she could , "You disgusting pigs, get off of me."
He slowly slid her shorts down, and then her underwear. He fastened her legs to the sides of the wheel, and I closed my eyes while the rest happened. This was disgusting . We were here for 5 seconds, and already Ema has been raped. She was crying out and I couldn't help her, but before I could process anymore, my wheel began to spin.
"Aha , the spade. My favorite. Nicholas you know what to do my friend." The man said, and tossed him a knife.
"Now Princess, you stay still, and it will be better for you." Nicholas said, but I could tell this wasn't what he wanted it to land on.
He put the knife against my neck, and pushed down. I screamed in pain, the tears spilling from my eyes. He kept cutting, dragging the knife slower and slower, but deeper down my chest. He was carving something in me. I felt the blood gushing, my head became light, I started to see stars, and the room started turning black, and then I lost consciousness.
I woke up to see mine, and Ema's clothes scattered on the floor. The men were all gone, and Ema was looking at me with tears in her eyes.
"Nat darling, are you okay?" She asked crying.
"I'm hurting major." I said, my entire body was sore.
"Nat darling they were doing the most cruel things, and I couldn't stop them." She busted out, sobbing afterwards.
"What happened?" I asked concerned.
"They carved the spade symbol on your chest, and afterwards you passed out. They then solely focused on you Nat. 2 of them took advantage of you, and countless times they touched you Nat. I tried to stop them, but it got me this, and I lost consciousness too. So I honestly don't know everything they did to us." She sobbed.
I could see the cuts on her. It hurt my feelings. The door swung open and the man walked in carrying... Brett. He hung his hands off chains hanging from the ceiling so that he was centered in front of both Ema, and I. He pulled out a knife, and said,
"Since you two couldn't stay awake for some fun last night, I figured punishments were needed." He grinned, and repeatedly stabbed Brett's lifeless body.
"Stop!" Ema screamed.
"Oh did I hear more, possibly do worse?" He smiled, and started carving stuff in Brett's body.
"Stop please. Stop. He doesn't deserve this." I sobbed.
"Oh my, I heard more again. Wow he really was disliked." He replied. He started cutting Brett's ear off until it was dangling by a small piece of skin.
He worked on cutting his nose off, and destroying Brett's body. When he was finished, there was blood, guts, and the dismembered body of Brett lying in front of us.
"Look at this ladies, how does it look." He smiled a wickedly insane grin.
Me and Ema closed our eyes, neither of us able to look at Brett.
"Open your eyes now! You useless hoes." He yelled, and poked his knife into both of us, the blood dumping out.
We both cried out, and watched, and did what he told us. In fear that we would never come back out. Where are the guys? We can't hang on forever...
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