Kill First, Die Last...[COMPLETED]

Chapter 17: Alli

Ashley's POV:

I try to run straight to Daryl as I hear him shrieking in unbearable pain, but I fall flat on my face, forgetting about the searing pain that lurkes inside my skin. My ankles now a shade of black, a blanket of skin peeling off from my legs.

He screams. He's panicking. He's hurt. In pain. And I don't know what to do.

I see the stream of red dripping from his stump, the bone chopped and stuck out in the most foul way.

I crawl to Daryl, and squeeze my hand around the stump to try and stop the never-ending waterfall of blood and gore. I tear a part off of my dress and wrap it around the stump, but the blood instantly leaks through.

First it was always Daryl that had to bandage me up. Now the tables have turned.

'That wasn't supposed to happen! I-I won...I-I-Daryl, I swear I didn't do anything wrong. I, I don't know what happened..'

'I-I know that, b-b-but why? Why d-did it fall?' He gasps for air constantly as the blistering pain squirms up his body.

'Okay fine. I admit it. I cheated...'

What? That sweet suffocating voice. Ma-Ma? Ma-Ma's here?!

I look around to try and find her, fear burning in every inch of my body. But I can't find her. Suddenly, the door to the next floor swings open and out struts Ma-Ma. Murder radiating off of her.

'Hello, my lovelies. I've missed you. I want to such extreme lengths to find you. I see her quiver of red-tipped arrows shining under the silver-lit room.

'But hey, now that I've found you, let's play a different game' Oh no. No. No.

No.

'Troops. Blindfold 'em. Take them back to the room. Let's finish where we left off. Where did we leave it off? Ah yes- The explosives, Adam lifting the gun...Now I remember! But let's change it up a bit. Let me use some of my creativity!'

The men drag me from my neck and yank me towards the room. No. It's happening all over again. The bomb. The 45 seconds. The gun. The torture. The terror. The pain. Ma-Ma. Adam...

I wasn't saved to be thrown back in danger again...

I want to cry, but Ma-Ma has taken all my tears away too.

'I know. Let's play HANGMAN. My favorite. Hangman's great, you know. It teaches you that by saying the wrong things, you could end somebody's life.'

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Adam's POV:

Here we are. Back again. Where it all began. In the same room. The same people. With the same feelings.

It's like we had 3 lives. And we are living our last one.

The same glass window that Ma-Ma stares from, the same quiver that glints in the light.

But Instead, Daryl too, is the victim. Blood-stained, bruised, Tortured. Broken.

My blindfold then gets pulled off, and all I feel is deja vu.

As I adjust my focus, I look around and to the right of me, I see Daryl. Oh my God, Daryl...

'What did they do to you, Daryl?' I say as My voice starts to break. My mate. Just tied there. I remember that little ray of hope that I had about Daryl being okay.