Kidnapped

Punishment - 26

Emma POV 

I wasn't so sure why, but Evan uncuffed me and told Chris to treat my wounded wrists. 

Sitting at the kitchen table, Chris sitting in front of me with his first aid kit, I felt like slapping him. Beside me sat Mason, wearing a strange look on his face. 

"Show me your wrists," Chris said, but I didn't move. I just looked into empty space. I felt tired and frankly more sad than angry. 

"Please, Emma, let me examine your wounds," Chris said gently.  

Mason gave me an apologetic look as he slowly reached out, and pulled my hands toward Chris. 

I hissed and whimpered as Chris tended to my wounds. Mason gently but firmly kept me from pulling away. I could feel my heavy eyelids close, I passed out from pure exhaustion, and the next day I found myself sleeping in Chris's bed. I was mortified to find myself laying so close to Chris. 

"How are you feeling this morning?" Chris asked, knowing he asked about my physical rather than my emotional state. 

"Peachy," I replied, my voice scratchy. 

After that, we left the room, and Chris led me down the stairs to eat breakfast>

"Good morning, sweetheart," Evan called out to me from across the room. I dreaded the punishment he promised, but I made no effort to convince him to forgive me. 

"It's time for your punishment," He smiled mildly.  

"Is it really necessary to punish her?" Mason asked. "I mean, we can't blame her for trying ti escape."

"She needs to be taught a lesson. That's how taming and conditioning works." Evan walked leisurely towards me. 

I took his stretched-out hand, deciding to get it over with. 

They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you. They can't break you.

To my surprise, Evan held my arm gently, not applying any pressure on my wounds. He led me down to the basement of the house, and there stood Josh, with a tub full of ice. My steps faltered as I realized what they planned to do to me. Evan slowed his pace to match mine, surely enjoying my fear as I realized what they had planned for me. 

Reaching the tub, and seeing Josh's own bruised face, I felt my heart race with fear. I had the urge to beg, but that is what they wanted me to do. 

"Strip," Evan ordered, his voice low and soft. 

Shocked, I balked, "What? No!" 

Instead of saying another word, Evan motioned to Josh. Josh, like a predator, walked slowly toward me. I was trapped between him and Evan, who was behind me. Without a warning, Evan grabbed me and restrained me in place. 

"No!" I begged. "No! Please, stop!" 

Josh grabbed the fabric of my pants and slowly pulled them down. My scarred and bruised legs were out in the open. I started trying to kick at him, feeling terror at the thought of him going for my panties next. Next, Josh pulled a hand knife and started slicing my shirt open, meanwhile, Evan held me in place. I was shaking, and whimpering in fear as I stood in nothing but my bra and panties. 

"Please don't," I cried in fear of them going after my underwear. They said nothing, ignoring me as they proceeded to pull me towards the tub. I was digging my heels into the ground, crying and shivering as they brought me closer and closer to the ice-filled tub. 

"The more you struggle, the worse it will be," Evan whispered in my ear, making me shiver. 

I kicked and screamed bloody murder as they lifted me and pushed me into the tub. 

"N-NO! STOP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. 

" The less you resist, the sooner your punishment will end" Evan pushed my shoulders down into the icy water as Josh dumped a bucket filled with Ice cubes and water on top of me. 

It was unbearable. I thrashed and screamed harder, "HELP! PLEASE HELP!" 

strong hands held me under the water, keeping me from escaping. 

I heard footsteps running down to the basement; Mason and Chris barged in. 

"H-help! P-please!" I uselessly tried reaching out toward them, before Josh dumped another bucket of ice and water on top of me. 

I was pushed underwater. I was sure they were trying to drown me. I heard the sound of an argument as I slowly started fading in and out of consciousness. 

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