The hollow

Chapter 35

This was definitely worse than last time. The house old abandoned disgusting. They dragged Steven and Layla in two different directions than me. We were all going to be alone. There was more men in the house and one of them dragged me literally dragged me into a room and threw me against the brick wall. My already bruised ribs caused me to yelp out in pain and i whimpered as he came closer. He grabbed my wrist and snapped a handcuff the was connected to a long chain and then connected the chain to a old broken heater that was attached to the wall. He grunted as he stood up and left the room not giving me any eye contact. Where were these guys coming from? How did James get them to help him?

I sat against the wall counting down every silent second. And then I let the tears come.

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Another day or has it been two? I can't remember I have barely moved from this spot the room is dark and cold and there are absolutely no windows. No body has come into the room and now that I think about it I don't think I have even heard a single noise. I thought about what Steven said how he would protect me and how he liked me. I wish I could be with him at least I wouldn't be alone in this awful room.

I bit my fingernails and played with my hair nervously. My clothes were disgusting ,blood everywhere they were covered in dirt and sand I don't think I have ever been more uncomfortable. "Throw her a water after" I heard James voice say, after what? A tall man entered the room only seconds after and slammed the door shut behind him. He walked over to me and bent down looking into my eyes. "Please don't hurt me" I begged scooting as close to the wall as I could. He snarled at me before slapping me backhanded across the face. I didn't mind the burning sensation after all the pain I have gone through this was no where ne'er the worse.

"Strong now are we?" He said with a raspy voice he probably noticed how I barely flinched. "I'm used to pain much worse" I choked out. "Well in that case" he finished his sentence by kicking me in the ribs with full force. He definitely broke something. My body slammed into the floor and I coughed onto the ground. Where I coughed there was a splatter of dark red liquid, blood. I was bleeding I was coughing up blood. I continued to cough it up and the man cringed in disgust. "Your a sick twisted animal!" I spat wiping the corners of my mouth.

As a response he slapped me again before spitting on the ground and pulling a water bottle and throwing it at my face. I scrambled to get it as he turned away and slammed the door. I held it in my hands and gulped it down. I didn't drink much because I knew I probably wouldn't get some anytime soon but I took what I could love with before setting it back down on the floor. I winced in pain and the growing bruise on my already bruised ribs.