Kidnapped

Shattered.

AN: PLEASE READ. So, we reached the chapter limit on this story so it will be continued on the book called KIDNAPPED TWO on my profile! Thanks!

Liam’s POV:
       
    So, we were supposed to get torn apart emotionally. That sounded like fun. I gulped as Dester took me to a small room. That guy almost annoyed me more than Jean. But they were both pretty high on my hate people list.
    Dester pushed me into the room and gave me a small grin. “Have fun!” He said and closed the door.
    I glared at the door and turned around. It was just a room, with no windows or anything else, besides another door on the other side. I was used to these kinds of rooms. They usually didn’t lead to happy things.
    I started getting sweaty when I thought about what could happen to Marisa, Kayla, and Harry. I shivered and pushed that thought away. I just had to get through this-
    My eyes widened and I almost dropped to the floor when the other door opened and a girl was pushed in, a giant man behind her, her eyes wide, duct tape on her mouth, ropes around her hands, tears filling her brown eyes. Her blonde hair was frizzy around her.
    “No,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “Ruth.”
    Of course. It was my best friend from England, Ruth. They were going to torture her and make me watch.
    “No! You can’t hurt my friends!” I screamed.
    “Says who?” The man replied, a mask over his face. He took out a knife.
    I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. This was not happening. As the screams started, I squeezed my eyes as tight as possible until my eyes almost popped out, and wrapped one hand around my wrist and squeezed it to let go of the pain in my chest. My wrist was on fire, but all I could focus on were the screams. I kept my eyes closed through the whole thing, until the screams stopped. But I didn’t open them on purpose. A voice was really close to my ear, saying, “Open your eyes!” And they flew open then closed again. But it was long enough to see a bloody body laying on the ground, not moving. My best friend for ten years.
    I didn’t have it in me to cry, but I strangled my wrist tighter and managed to let out, “Get me out of here, now.” An arm grabbed my tense one and guided me out of the room. I didn’t open my eyes until I was sure that we had left the room, which was about five minutes later. I opened my eyes to see my wrist purple and bruised.


    Kayla’s POV:
    I was brought into an empty room by, you guessed it, Jean. He asked me to sit down on a big metal chair, and since I figured I didn’t have much of a choice, I did. Metal handcuffs came around my wrists and ankles, forcing me to stay in the chair.
    “Joy,” I mumbled.
    “Enjoy the show,” Jean called, before he left the room. I waited, but it didn’t take long. He was thrown through the door roughly and my eyes widened when I saw him.
    “Chris?” I asked, my voice numb.
    “Kayla? What’s going on?” Chris was my cheer coach. He was tall, with golden hair and light brown eyes. He was straight, which is kind of rare for a cheerleading coach, and tall and muscular.
    “Oh, crap,” I murmured.
    Four scientists came into the room, sharp things in their hands and one grabbed Chris. “What? No. No!” They strapped him down to a table and brought down a knife, which in my mind, is the worst possible thing you could do to a person. They began to cut through his skin, and Chris’s screams filled my ears.
    I wanted to close my eyes, but it didn’t seem right, to cut myself off from his pain when he was living in it. So I watched as the blood poured. They brought out what looked like a metallic cast and placed on it on his already bloody leg.  “Go,” a scientist commanded, and then he bent the cast at an angle and I heard a sickening CRAAACCCKK and knew that his bones were being broken.
    They continued to cut him, and I could literally hear his flesh being torn open, his life slowly draining away from him.
    The worst thing was that he was staring at me the whole entire time. His brown eyes were filled with damp tears, and I was forced to watch as the light slowly died out of him as they did one awful thing after another. They had started with his leg, but they made their way up to his fingers and toes, breaking each of them slowly, the sounds suffocating me, his tears drowning me.
    “Kayla...” he murrmed, before his eyes took a glassy state and I knew that he was dead.
    I was crying my cheeks soaking wet. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorrry. I’m so so so sorry. Oh, God, I am so sorry.” I was bent over in the chair, unable to hold myself up any longer.
    Cuz that’s what happens when you see the strongest man in your life being killed. That’s what happens when you hear him begging for death. Crying, “Please. Please, just kill me. Please, kill me. Kill me! Kill me!”
    It shatters you.