Julie Bane

Chapter Forty-Two

Julie's POV

  I lay on the floor, curled up in a ball as tears continue to pour down my face. 

  I don't know how long I've been here. I don't know how long I will be here. I don't know how long until they just kill me. But if I never get out of here, I honestly hope they do it soon. I can't stand this pain anymore, this torture.

  They haven't fed me anything since two days ago. I've only been offered one little glass of water this morning, they was the only drink I had. And it was more like half a cup than a cup.

  They left me on this cold floor, no chair to sit on, not even a pillow or a blanket. And my legs and arms are freezing since I'm still only wearing this oversized T-shirt.

  They've also dumped cold buckets of water on me for no reason and left me to air dry, didn't offer me a towel or new clothes or anything. Just laughed and Wales away.

  It's dark in here too. I can sort of see, but it's hard. So I have no idea if there's a rat sleeping next to me or not. I shiver. It might have fleas. Eww.

  I've kind of caught in to what they're doing, I think. I think they are torturing me by starving me and making me freeze to death. I don't think they're going to kill me by shooting me or stabbing me or whatever, I think they're going to kill me by leaving me to suffer.

  I hear footsteps coming towards me. I don't even have to look up to know who it is, it's him. And he's probably hear to kick, hit, or in some other way abuse me.

  "Julie, are you awake?" I hear him ask. I hear the obvious smirk in his voice.

  I let out a whimper.

  "What's wrong? Cold? You're shivering."

  "P-please. Let me go." I cry.

  "Why would I do that? That would ruin my plan?"

  "Y-you're s-sick." I spat.

  "No. I don't have a fever. I'm fine. But you, you might be sick."

  "Just d-do it already."

  "Do what?"

  "Kill me." I croak out.

  "Kill you?" He gasps and I look at him. "What? But- I- I would never!" He shakes his head.

  "Please," I cry, "just do it!"

  It burns my throat to talk.

  "But then I would miss you." I feel his arms slide under my back and knees and pick me up. I groan as pain shoots through every part of my body.

  "Just be glad I had them fix up that bullet wound for you." He says as my head hangs over his shoulder limply.

  I feel and hear him start to walk. Where are we going? Is he actually taking me out of here? Maybe he is going to kill me. God I hope so.

  I feel my head bump into something and I cry out in pain.

  "Whoops." He says and continues walking. "Don't hang your head like that then. Lay it against my chest, then you won't hit it on anything." I hear him say but I don't. I can't move.

  I hear him sigh as he moves my head up and rests it on his chest. We continue walking.

  "This is my house. Well, the hideout I've been living in since I captured you. It was abandoned. And it's in the middle of nowhere, so that makes it way harder for anyone to find you." He explains.