Crows of the Past (Orginal Story)

Why me?

       We continue to walk till he bumped into another person. This time it was Tana. David didn't say a thing, he just grabbed her wrist and started to drag us out to the parking lot. That's when I saw the car. He opened the trunk. The very same trunk I have been in and out of, for when he sold me to his friends for a night of fun. It was only me though. Tana glanced at me with fear clearly in her eyes. She has never been in the trunk.He throws both of us back in the trunk and closed it. He then drove away. Tana and I were just laying in the trunk. I was holding my broken hand with my good hand. We were in that trunk for what seemed like hours.

         The car stopped and turned off. After a few minutes, the trunk opened up. He picked up Tana by her hair. Once she was out he shut the trunk again. He left me there. I just laid there, wondering what is going on? What is he doing to Tana? What is he going to do with me? How ba- He opened to trunk. He grabbed my broken hand and dragged me. I yelped in pain. He lead me inside towards to the basement. When we got down there, there was Mum and Dad's lifeless body hanging there. Their intestines were hanging out their stomachs. Blood was oozing down like water running down windows on a rainy day. I gasped from the horror. He killed them. We continued walking to the punishment room. I have only been in there once.

       When we get into the room I see a glance of Tana. Her clothes were stained red with her blood coming out of the cuts that covered her body. David chained me up. My hands away from each other above my head and my feet spread out to the ground. He then tied a gag around my mouth. At this point, the warm, salty liquid called tears were coming down my face. "Oh I'm going has so much fun breaking you again." He chuckled as he traced his hand on visible scars caused by him in the past. "You stay here. I have to go grab some tools I left upstairs. I'll be back sweetie." He said to me as he left. I look at my surroundings. All I could see was bloody walls. I couldn't turn too much and it was dark like at the moment it is cloudy and the sun just started to come up. My mind starts to wonder. Why would the author write this very crappy story? Why didn't the police say the rights?