TAKEN ✔

Chapter 7

Lilac's POV:

I'm livid. After Daniel said the word 'pets' I started screaming again, and thrashing against my chains.

"I.HATE.DANIEL." I screamed till my throat was sore, and eventually I started crying. "I'm so sorry Amy, this is all my fault," I sobbed.

"It's not, it's my fault. When they said they were going to take you on that bus I should've said 'No, I'm the one you want. Leave Lilac out of this,' but I was too shocked. I couldn't move or speak," Amy said instead.

"I mean it's my fault that we are dangling from the ceiling and going to be left to starve," I sobbed until my throat was raw. We stayed silent for a few minutes, until I broke the tension. "Amy, do you think were ever going to get out of here?"

"Of course we are. If we don't escape, then the police will find us," Amy told me, but she didn't sound certain. Some of these women were stuck here for years, and the police never found them.

"I want to go home," I whispered.

"Me too, don't worry, we'll get out of here."

Amy's POV:

The next morning, I got a tattoo whilst Daniel and Kevin room turns using Lilac as a punching bag. The same thing happened every day to me and Lilac, until Lilac was falling unconscious after the first few punches. They'd eat in front of us, making us watch them savour hot dogs, burgers, pizza, chocolate and all other kinds of mouth watering dishes. On the fourth day, Lilac wouldn't wake up.

"Lilac, wake up," I said to her, swinging side to side to try and get her to wake up. When she wouldn't wake up no matter how hard I shouted, I called for Daniel and Kevin. They checked her pulse, and thankfully she was still alive. They took us off the chains and told me to look after her. Kevin threw down a bucket of water, and I poured some water down Lilac's throat. After a few hours, she woke up, but she was so weak.

"Amy, are they going to give us food?" She whispered. I bit my lip uncertainly.

"I suppose so." I told her, but I didn't really believe myself.

A few hours later, James came in and threw some bread at us. I gladly took a big bite, even though the bread was stale. After helping Lilac eat, we fell into a light, dreamless sleep.

Lilac's POV:

I slept most of the time over the next few days. My bruises were healing, but they were still painful to touch. We stayed in the torture room alone, and it was pretty tempting to use the equipment on Daniel or Kevin, but we still wouldn't know how to get out.

After about a week, David and Kevin cane in, followed by a man with short light brown hair, icy blue eyes and dressed in a leather jacket, a plain black t-shirt and black trousers.

"All right bitches, get up. We've sold you to Kyle."

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Credit to @JoannaMotybel for helping me with the story plot in this chapter!