Guide Me (Shawn Mendes) BOOK TWO

Chapter 1

"Please help me!" I screamed, knowing it was helpless since the muzzle I had on my face was useless. I was trapped again, but this was ten times worse. I drew my chained ankles up to my body as I wept fresh tears.

"Its no use. No one will ever be able to hear us." Carter told me. He leaned his head against a rusty pipe that leaked onto the concrete. Everyone else was asleep.

"Maybe if we just keep trying." I tried to keep hope with positive thoughts, but after being stuck in this dark room for months, its hard to keep yourself sane.

"Trying what." Carter asked sarcastically. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Carter. Please just keep trying. Shawn might still be-" Carter cut me off before I could repeat my mantra again.

"Katie. He was shot. I doubt he's still alive. Even if he was alive, do you really think Crischen would've left him breathing?" He asked me. I closed my eyes and layed on my side. I winced and sat back up when I put pressure on my arm. Carter saw me and scooted over to me. He was almost close enough to help steady me when his chains held him back. I whimpered and tried to remove my muzzle.

"Wake up Taylor. He should be able to help you get that off. Don't try. Your arm still hasn't healed properly since Crischen smashed it. Just wake Taylor up." Carter told me as he layed down cautiously on his side.

"Tay..." I whispered, nudging his good side. He grunted and repositioned his body before snoring softly once again.

"Taylor." I commanded louder. His head shot up in the darkness.

"Is he back?" He whispered. I hate how that is his first reaction to being awoken. I thought solemnly as I shook my head.

"Can you help me get this off?" I asked quietly so I wouldn't awaken anyone.

Taylor scooted closer to me and began to undo the straps behind my head. I heard a snap as he tore the leather. The muzzle fell off of my face and I used my good hand to rub the blisters it had left. Taylor stroked my cheek and I shied away from the touch. He grimaced and layed back down.

"You have to let yourself love again. Life is too short to not have love in it." Taylor told me with his back facing me.

I layed down on my back and grinded my teeth as I felt a piece of wood that Crischen stabbed me with dig deeper into my lower back. No one had been successful in removing it. I was about to flip over again when a dim light lit up the staircase. I didn't even hear the locks click. I thought to myself. The wooden steps creaked as heavy feet clambered down them. I closed my eyes in hope that he'd think we were all asleep and just leave. After Crischen's surgery and recovery, he found us all and trapped us in a basement. Apparently, we hadn't beaten him hard enough. But the damage to his skull had caused major psychological issues, and he was hospitalized in an asylum. After about 4 months of being in there, he escaped and hunted us down. We've been tortured and experimented on for months upon months. Miranda and Aaron had moved to West Virginia after the first kidnapping, so they weren't captured, and also didn't know that we were in danger. The only people Crischen managed to get were me, Taylor, Carter, Jack J., Jack G., Nash, Cameron, and Matt. Nash and Matt have been unconscious for 2 days, but they are still breathing. Crischen had beaten them with a metal rod until they were unconscious. There are no nurses, and we all think they are soon to die. Jack J. and Jack G. have barely been touched. It has been Carter, Taylor, and I who have been beaten the worst. I thought about the numbers of weapons he's tortured us with. Scissors, knives, swords, hammers, screw drivers, spiked leather belts, rods, clamps, giant nut cracker-like objects, and lastly, branders. I now have squares burned into my back.

"Hello there, my angels." Crischen said, snapping me back into reality. I kept my eyes shut. "Angels?" He whispered. Nobody budged. He huffed and I heard a metal twang. I flinched when I realized he had another weapon in his hands. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me. All of a sudden, a heavy force came upon my hip bone. I jerked and tried to crawl away from the man. He growled and walked towards me again. I could move any farther since I was at the end of my chains. He smiled at me almost lovingly.

"Now you're awake. I love you Rebecca." He told me.

"I... I'm not Rebecca." I shuddered when he raised the large wrench above his head and closed my eyes as tight as they would go.

"Don't back talk, bitch." He snarled. My ribs were beat to a pulp as he pounded the tool against them. I was silent throughout the torture. After a while, I became numb to the pain and all I could do was just lie there on the ground and watch the blood spill out of my body.

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I'm back!!! I hope you all will be able to help me and support me throughout the story!

Have a nice day! :)

~Katie