42nd Country Road

Help...

"Ew, kissing, I'm out. Come down if you want some," he called from the hallway.

"I knew that would get him to leave," Mark chuckled. I chuckled a bit in return.

We headed down stairs to smell bacon and eggs.

"Hey, you didn't burn them this time," I laughed at Jack. Jack's eyes widened as they gazed behind me.

"What?" I asked him. I turned around to see a man I had never seen before. His lips met mine and I fell unconscious.

I woke up with duct tape on my mouth and my hands tied to a chair that I was sitting in. I squinted in order to see through the bright light. I saw a large post in the middle of the room and across from it were the boys. Mark looked like he had taken a beating, and so did Jack. I started to try and say Mark through the duct tape. A man's hand suddenly grabbed the side of my chair.

"You're awake," He said smiling. I saw Mark wake up. He started to try and say stuff like I did.

"Shut the hell up back there!" The man yelled. He walked over to Mark, "Now that your girlfriends awake maybe she can watch your pain," He said starting to drag Mark to the center. I screamed through the tape. The man looked at me. He walked over to me and ripped the tape off my face. I breathed in and out rapidly.

"I'll take his place!" I blurted out. Mark looked at me traumatized. The man grinned. He ripped me out of the chair and led me to the center. I took my shirt off revealing my sports bra and hung the rope between my hands on a hook. He must've saw the bullet hole in my side.

"Looks like someone was shot," he said tracing his finger over it, "Oh, and stabbed, this should be exciting,"

Mark was in his chair screaming. The man left and came back with a whip.

"Please don't," I whimpered. He slammed it against my back. I screamed loudly in pain. I started to cry. Mark was losing it. He hit me again.

"You know what, I would like to hear his screams too," He said ripping the tape off of Mark's mouth.

"Leave her alone!" he screamed. He hit me again. The darkness, I thought, I need the darkness. I closed my eyes, flinching with every hit. Finally, it went to my head. I ripped the ropes, bringing my hands down. I whipped around causing the man to stumble backwards.

"Name," I said in my dark voice

"Dan," He said, I had him pinned against the wall now.

"Where am I?" I asked him.

"You're in a warehouse, in Kansas," He said struggling for words. I took the whip from him and smacked him with it.

"You're smart, ya know," I said.

"W-why," He stumbled

"You made me draw blood," I said showing off my new battle scars.

"Why is that a good thing," He said

"Because, Mark likes it when I bleed," I said. Mark was standing next to me and so was Ethan and Jack.

"The hell!" Dan said

"I would run if I were you," I said to him. He took off sprinting away. I went back to my normal self. So did the rest of the boys. Mark went over and grabbed my shirt.

"Arms up," He said. I slowly lifted my arms up, wincing in pain. He slid my t-shirt over my head.

"Ow, Mark," I said

"Sorry," Mark replied. I heard a gunshot. Ethan fell to the floor, blood rushing from his chest.