I Choose You

Chapter Thirty Six - Are You Slaves?

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I sat in the back of the car, playing with my fingers. My butt was numb from sitting in the same position for two hours, squeezed between the car door and Danni. I nudged her head off my shoulder, irritated. I was having a tad bit of irritability from lack of food, water and space. I still loved the fact that I had the largest chance I've ever had to finding my family.

Although all the other leads were duds, no matter how much investigating we actually did, I have a gut feeling that this was the one. Besides, there was photographic and technical evidence. Oh, how I love stupid people and smart computers. It was the perfect match for solving a crime.

Somehow, after I had the bone-chilling conversation with Phillip, we had a top-secret person find his IP address, hack into his laptop camera, which had locations turned on, hence us finding his whereabouts. Phillip had brought my family up into the mountains, with dense trees, yet a clearing right in the center of the forest, had a camp go up and were holding people - more than my family - captive, forcing them to work. It was back in the 1800's in the States - we were freeing the slaves. . . again. Civil Rights for all!

We made a sharp turn onto a winding road, up into the forest. The further we went, the more of dirt the road became, the more trees crowded the sides. The higher we went, my ears popped more and more, breathing becoming slightly more difficult. The altitude was insane. And they had to work up here? The GPS spoke out to us, telling us we only had a few meters before it was time to take the fork left. I was more than ready to fork left. In about twenty or so minutes, there's a large chance I'd have my family back.

As we went up the winding road and took a left, I thought about the footage of my family I'd been shown. At first, they weren't going to show me, due to it's graphic content. Then, John convinced them that I was old enough to be shown some tape of my family members being put to work up in a forest at about 600 meter altitude. They gave in and let me see it, which was their first mistake, nonetheless telling me the details they found out. All night, I couldn't get it out of my head. My mom holding a shovel, digging through dirt, then jabbing it, probably hitting a rock. Suddenly, a man with a black scarf around his face would appear, standing next to her as she slammed at the ground, over and over. She'd wipe her face with the back of her hand, then hit it again, her force depreciating by the second. That's when it got bad. She leaned on the shovel, and a laugh was heard. After the laugh, the shovel dropped, and her hands fell to her knees, resulting in a slap from the black-mask guy. Right across the face. Immediately, the shovel was back in her hands as she half-heartedly stabbed the ground once again. I watched another video of my mu, but this time she was inside, surrounded by pots, cooking at a stove. She wore a bra and panties, along with an apron down the front. She looked like a prostitutee. As she picked up her wooden spoon and put it in one of the big pots simmering on the stove, another man with a black mask ran up behind her, then slapped her bum, running off again. The same man came back, and put his hand on her shoulder, poking at her side. A smile creped onto his face, but mum's face was serious, sad and maybe a little ashamed. I grabbed her boob, then slid his hand down to her area, causing her to jump back. He ran, and there was a bang from off the screen. She just kept cooking, tears filling her eyes.

Then, I saw videos of Holly. She was treated just like mum, only in training, I guess. I saw her, carrying a wheel-barrow, her face red. She puffed as the barrow of stones got stuck in the dirt, going up a hill to what looked like some sort of formation. She struggled to get up, but to no avail. Her knees buckled and she fell, the stones falling onto her legs. Her face screamed pain, but her body stayed still as she breathed with her mouth open, gaping towards the top of the hill. She reached forward and tried to push a stone off her foot, but a masked man came up behind her. His shadow casted over her, making her turn, her face filled with fright. He began pointing and yelling, angry. She nodded as he reached into his pocket. She got up and gathered the stones, the man unwrapping what he had removed from his slacks. She shook her head and began to push, but the man was already on his knees, pulling back her backwards, bending her over his knee. I expected the worst, but he just spanked her, then made a whip meet her calves and thighs, which were already severely bruised, a few times before got up, straight her skirt and resumed to pushing the rocks.

By this time, I had enough watching, and it was time to listen. A team of multiple people - some I knew, others I didn't - began to tell me the worst story anyone could possibly hear: one about their family being tortured. They told me that mum was a worker, cook, cleaning lady and a sexual appeal to everyone, according to the tapes. Holly was, apparently, a younger worker, and sometimes worked in the kitchen, but never with her mother. They say each other maybe once a day, but from afar. From all the tapes and pictures, nothing has come up with them together. That they know of, mum has not yet been rapeed, but has been molestedd more than once, and may even think she deserves it. My whole family was probably on the brink of suicidal and depressed.

I was shaken from my thoughts and obliviousness when I heard we were there. I wiped the tears I didn't know where there from my eyes and opened my door, automatically falling from car cramp. Either way, we were here. Time to save my family.

[A/N: Oh, my gosh. OVER ONE THOUSAND READS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I LITERALLY CHECKED IT AT ABOUT 7 AM THE OTHER DAY, AND WAS EATING MY CHEERIOS, CRYING. THEN I WENT TO SCHOOL AND TOLD EVERYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN THAT I, SAMANTHA, HAD 1,000 READS PLUS ON WATTPAD. THE MY READ NUMBER WAS IN RED. I JUST AW I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER UFGSZDCFDASg SO HAPPY

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