Makayla's POV:
~Dream~
"So you want to try to run away slut" I herd Sir say from behind me. I slowly turned my body around to face him. "N...no I just ummm I j...just was gonna" I stuttered trying to come up with a believable lie.
"Save your breath whore cause your about to need it" he hissed at me. Before I cold say another word I felt a large cold hand come across my face.
I fell to the ground holding onto my stinging cheek. "You know what I got a new toy today and I think that it's about time that i use it" Sir said with a sickening smile on his face.
Before I could even utter a word Sir grabbed my hair and started dragging me down into the basement. The only time he took me into the basement was when I did something really bad.
He threw me down the flight of stairs laughing as I hit every last step. I already felt blood flowing around me but I knew that Sir doesn't care. I would be lucky if I made it out of here alive.
He agin grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into the center of the room. He dropped me onto the floor and stepped away to get what ever "toy" he was going to punish me with.
I turned around to see him walking over to me, a whip in his hands. "I thought that my belt was getting a little old so I got this" he said with a smirk plastered onto his hideous face.
He kicked me in the gut making me fall face first into the floor. "Stay down you worthless piece of shit" he growled. I didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy before he started my punishment.
Every time that whip came down on my back I screamed out in pain. "Please stop, I won't do it agin I promise. I've learned my lesson just please stop" I choked out between my sobs and screams.
"Shut up and take it bitch" he yelled whipping me again. "Makayla" I herd someone yell, but it sounded muffled and far away.
"Makayla wake up" the mysterious voice said again, this time sounding closer. The whip came down on my back agin but this time it was harder. I cried out in pain making a sick smirk of pleasure appear on Sir's face.
"I think that we should do something a little bit more fun" he said, his smirk growing. He walked away to his table of torture tools behind him.
I herd the voice again but it sounded different but familiar somehow. "Makayla this is a dream, your safe your with your brothers" the new voice called out to me.
Sir walked back over to me caring a large knife. "I mean if you cut yourself then I should get to cut you to right, I mean it's only fair" he laughed at me.
I tried to roll away from him but he just pined me to the ground. "Nice try bitch" he hissed slapping me again. At least he did the opposite cheek so the pain was a little spread out.
Sir ripped my right arm from underneath me. He held it down to the ground observing it. He then turned me so I was face first into the ground and his knee was on my fresh whip marks.
He still held my arm flat on the floor. He ripped off my sleeve and started to carve the word slut onto my arm. I screamed so loud from the pain wishing I could just die.
"MAKAYLA WAKE UP" and that was enough for me to remember everything. Sir dying, living with my brothers, them not beating me, them being nice to me even buying me clothes and feeding me. Then I remembered falling asleep in Luke's arms crap that means they saw.
~end dream~
I shoot straight up wincing in pain as I did so. I looked around and found four brothers standing above me, all wearing different facial expressions.
