+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 62

"No! Curl it on the inside. Not the outside- Luke no! On the-"
You're probably thinking I was curling her hair.
Well I wasn't.
She was making me test out my skills on my own hair before she washed hers and placed it in my care.
I wasn't purposely messing up my hair.
I just couldn't understand how to use this contraption they call a curling iron.
Why can't it would which ever way I put it?
Both sides are heated.
It makes no sense.
Thank goodness I only needed to stall for a few more minutes.
I peeped through her window, which showcased the forest and the tiny carpark.
Which was now lacking the black van in which Amber was to be transported in.
The plan would start soon.
Using Kim's soundproof floor against her, I'll prepare her bath, rose petals, candles and soft music and all, and left her to supposedly make her somosas.
While she took her bath, probably using half of what she named, the plan would commence.
I still couldn't believe I would 'die' with poorly curled hair. If only I had a sister.
For a spilt second, Amber drifted into my mind.
Not the Amber that was on her way to where ever they was taking her.
The Amber from the orphanage.
Lena. I missed her.
I missed her for so long.
They bullied me more after she left.
One guy in particular, I think his name was something along the lines of Jim and Jam, he liked Amber so much.
He got the other guys to beat me up in the laundry room every Friday after she left.
I didn't know if to laugh or cry at those memories. I chose neither.
I didn't want to explain my expression to Kim. She would surely see it in the mirror.
So I turned off the curling iron.
"I'll practice when I get back from making the somosas while you take that bath."
"Bu-"
"No bath. No somosas."
She dropped her shoulders in defeat before grabbing all that she needed.
I closed the bathroom door, locked the right door and exited through the left.
Once I was almost down the stairs I heard a gunshot.
Hear we go.
I slowly crept down, Zac and Kareem was hiding behind the chairs.
The chef was most likely unconscious since I planted sleeping tablets in his coffee before I went to bed last night.
I didn't understand why they valued his life so much more than the other members.
But I guess they didn't consider him a member.
As they saw it, he didn't need to get hurt.
Both guys saw me.
I gave them the stay signal.
Then I scooped out to see the shooter.
What seemed to be Tyler, held the gun square in this left hand.
His face and entire body was covered in black. His hair gave it away for me.
That and the hand in which he held the gun. One of a twin was always left-handed and the other, right-handed.
The noobs were probably neutralized by Tom and Cooper while Brad was the last to come through the escape vent.
Said vent wasn't supposed to be revealed to anyone other than Kim.
There was no way of tracking their entrance back to me. I was in the clear.
Tyler signaled for Zac to come forward.
Zac didn't move.
Tyler let out a muffled growl and moved forward.
He signaled for both Kareem and Zac to sit about metre in front of him.
I shook my head at them.
Tyler shot a bullet through the couch.
They hastily scurried to where he signaled.
That was when I noticed Roberto hiding underneath the pool table in the game room.
The game room had to open archways, the one I was watching him through and the one that opened out to the hallway for the staircase.
Roberto was literally shaking, his ears bleeding from the noise.
Mine was also bleeding, along with the others.
This ringing would take forever to leave, hoping it actually leaves.
"Where is the prisoner?"
Neither of the guys attemptted to respond.
Tyler resorted to hitting both with the gun in their head.
Zac fell to the floor, blood gushing from his forehead.
Kareem fell completely unconscious.
Tyler then walked up to the bodies and mashed their heads, smearing the blood into the carpet.
My eyes were drawn to Roberto as he accidentally let out a whimper.
He was such a child.
Tyler obviously heard him and began looking.
I took that was my cue.
I jumped out from in the staircase and caught Tyler off guard.
He fired a shot in my direction on instinct, hitting me in my left forearm.
I saw Roberto block his mouth while I crumbled to the ground, clutching my arm.
Tyler started to question me while delivering some blows to my abdomen with his feet.
"You'll take me to the prison. Now."
As he drags my barely conscious body towards the staircase, I catch a brief glance of Cooper hitting Roberto in the head with a bat.
Tyler dragged me half way down to the noobs bunkers. Tom took me from him and Tyler went to help Cooper I suppose.
I saw that Tom and Brad already had taken care of the noobs.
They laid on the floor, in fresh blood puddles, probably from gun shot wounds?, knife stabs? Or both?
I probably will never know.
"You three was completely useless. But this guy-"
Tom pointed to me.
"He better be useful. Or else you all will feel more than pain while I dissect you
Limb by limb."
If I could've, I would've audibly swallowed.
But everywhere ached.
My chest was most definitely bruised, a few ribs, broken, not to mention the visual, bleeding bump behind my head.
Not to mention my face.
My jaw was twisted awkwardly, causing my cheeks to cut on the inside and bruise on the outside.
My hair was totally ruined.
So much for that.
Brad tied my hands and feet together and then once again I was dragged down the staircase.
Once we were down to the last floor, he checked my injures. He confirmed that was indeed losing a large amount of blood and hastily pulled me down the hallway.
He went straight down to the far end and opened the door with the key I stole from Kim last night.
He left me slump against the outside wall.
I heard him sigh with relief when he walked inside. 
"Maggie, how could they do this to you?"
Chains rattled and my consciousness was slowly slipping away.
He brought her out and slumped her next to me.
The last thing I heard before drifting off would've probably kept me away under normal circumstances.
But it didn't.
He led me straight into the pits of a nightmare.
"Amber, she's in, the torture-
Room,"