Agent 3

Part 22:

++TRIGGER WARNING++

Ace:

Why didn't I do something?

I should have at least tried.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when One dragged her back in.

Her face was bloody and pale. As he threw her on the floor I could see her back, or more specifically all the cuts that were now there bleeding and covering her back in blood.

She was soaking wet and shivering.

My yelling did nothing.

I felt utterly helpless. I couldn't stand it.

One had dragged her back to the wall and sat her up attaching her arms and neck back to the wall.

What the hell!

That sick bastard!

Her chest was red, swollen and burnt. On her left shoulder was a brand in the shape of a 1 and on the right was a 2.

He really was sick.

These were very deep burns, intended to leave a nasty mark, meaning he knew exactly what he was doing and he wanted to brand her.

I wanted to kill him.

Before I could even react another yell left her mouth as One dragged his knife across her leg.

"Three! Get away your sicko! She is your sister what the fuck are you doing?!" Mark yelled his voice was like I had never heard it before it was filled with disgust and anger.

"When I get out of here I swear your going to die a slow painful death!" I screamed.

I could feel my face turning red with anger. One didn't even react he just left, locking the door behind him.

"Three can you hear me? Three!" Mark was now looking at her.

Her head hung forwards her body covered in cuts and bruises the new brands on her chest broke my heart.

As if she needed a reminder.

Where the hell were Sarah and Amir?

I really hoped that they had got out.

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After about an hour or two she still hadn't woke up. The only thing keeping me sane was the slight rise and fall of her chest.

Then the doors opened again.

And none other then the spawn of satan himself walked in.

Adrian.

Only this time he wasn't his usual cocky, intimidating self. His face was full of worry and sadness as he rushed over to Three.

Pressing his fingers to her neck, I'm guessing to check for a pulse, he then gestured towards the door and two people walked in.

"Leave her alone you sick fuck! Don't you think she has had enough!" Mark yelled pulling against the chains again.

But these people weren't the usual guards.

Medics?

They gave eachother a knowing look when they saw Three.

A girl and a boy both quite skinny. The boy was taller with fair hair and the girl was shorter with darker brown hair. Both carrying a small bag each.

"Mark I think they are here to help." I said in a hushed tone.

They pressed down on the cut with a cloth causing her to kick her legs out and grunt again.