Kiddnaped by Cannibals

Fifteen

○Becca○

I could barely keep my eyes open, Pa and the others left only moments ago, and I felt helpless and weak. The door opened and with the minimal energy I had bottled up I flinched.
"Becca it's me." I heard Michael's voice whisper as he came over to me, he Cut the wires where they had attached to the chair, they were now woven under the flesh of my wrists and ankles, deeper than before, blood crusted on them, and I wasn't sure or not but I thought I could see the bone of my wrist from my vision.
"I'm going to get you out of here" He promised when the door creaked, I heard the badgering of Pa's deep voice.
"H...hide." I mumbled as Michael did so. Pa walked up towards me.
"The victims escaped, we're leaving to find your sister, if you're not back when we get home I will find you and kill you, don't think I won't." He said, My mind instantly flashed to him with the knife as he left me with Michael.
"Really, you don't think I could kill you?" he announced with a grimace. Grabbing the pole from Benji, he then pressed the red-hot metal to the rusted steel Hamish wove into my skin, I screamed.
"This is worse pain then death, if I keep you alive I can do this all day and all night. This right here is worse than death, you're the one who lacks the balls, See I don't want to kill you because I can fix you, you just want a cheap way out." He explained, I Shrieked and gasped my body unable to deal with the enduring pain, I blacked out.
"Becca..." Michael said pulling me from the memories.
"sorry." I apologized.
"Don't apologize, you don't need too, I'm going to pick you up, please understand that I don't mean to hurt you." He said, I managed to do some form of a nod that could be Mistaken as me just moving my head, but Michael understood. He lifted me up as carefully as he could, I made a noise that resembled both a whimper and a groan as he brought me out of the barn, coldness hit me like a speeding bullet, i started to shiver, the movement maying my burns peel and slow tears fell from my eyes. walked for a while, maybe ten to fifteen minutes before he sighed and ended up opening a car..or truck door and put me inside, I winced, he shut the door behind me, and opened another one, after a few moments of giggling and toying with wires,the vehicle grumbled to life.
"Were going to Brad and the others, okay?" He asked making sure I knew. I tried to answer but I couldn't, I didn't have any energy so I let silence fill the car instead.

He drove for a while, the car heater, having a steady low thrum, that knodove thrum that would remind you of a air conditioner on a hot day in the summer, a day were Brad and I would lie on the cold concrete, basement floor, talking about our relationships or plans for the summer, like when life was simple, when I was thirteen and didn't know about the true horrors of the world, when I never knew that people like Pa existed.The heater was making me feel warm against the cold air of winter that coated outside like a fresh snowfall on a parked car.
The sound of something breaking , squeezing, crushing and howling, jolted me from my sleepy daze. I looked at Michael with a confused expression, wondering what had happened when he cursed under his breath.
"The motors shot." He announced. I looked at the motor, watching smoke rise from it, he opens the door, cold air rushing and surging in from the cold when he hopped out and closed the door, leaving me alone in the cold adjusted car. I shivered, which caused my arm to scrape on the seat behind me, I let out a small cry of protest. Michael lifted the hood and inspected it, after a few moments he came back in the truck, and slammed the door behind him the cold air from outside being pushed in hard and fast, I never knew what goosebumps on bubbling flesh would look like until now.

" it's completely ruined, there's no saving it. Dammit!" he yelled punching the steering wheel which made a muffled honk, I flinched to the sound which made him sigh and wipe his face with his hands.

" what are we supposed to do?" he asked, I was unsure if he was asking me or himself all I knew was I didn't have an answer and I don't think he did either.