The Change

The Change

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"Okay, you're not the neighbor. What are you doing here and when is the soonest time you can leave?" I demanded. He's the kind of guy that, if he dressed right, would have all the girls falling for him in a seconds notice. I've never been one of those girls so his luck was about to run out. "Wait-you-can-see-me?" he shook his head before he continued, "Please-help-me. Need-place-to-hide," he said, gasping for breath after every word. I sighed and got up so I was actually able to look at him face to face, this is when I realized that he was about half a foot taller than me. I never have been considered tall. "Why should I trust you instead of calling the police right now?" I demanded. He looked at me startled, he must be use to getting anything and everything he wanted. "Because I'm either going to pass out before they get here or we're both going to die before the get here," he told me. I sighed and gave him a look that could pierce skin. "Well in that case I'll give you a deal, I don't call the police and you get out of here and never come back," I told him, I pushed him back. I saw on his face that he was trying to stay calm, I never stayed calm so he needed to stay away from me. I heard a sound in the distance, I didn't care much for it but the guy in front of me did. "We have to hide!" he said panicky. I was about to object when he threw me over his shoulder, I didn't react to it until seconds later I was so surprised. I started banging my fists against his back as hard as I could, I knew he was heading for the garage door. "LET ME GO!" I screeched. He didn't change at all, he just continued on towards the garage. He pushed the door open and locked it up in seconds.
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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