I don’t know how much time had pasted since Brian and I were locked in this room. I tried and tried to break free of this rope around me until my arms were raw. My whole body way numb and I was starting to feel the pain all over me from the wreck. My everything hurt. Places I didn’t even know could hurt hurt.
Brian sat there on the floor, still bound by the chains. The sun had come up and was starting to go down now. I figured if anything was going to happen, it would begin soon. I tried again to wiggle out of the rope but to my best attempts, nothing. I was frantically trying to think of a way out. Looking around me trying to find something remotely sharp to cut this rope with, I noticed that Brian began to stir. He must have gone to sleep and I didn’t realize it.
“Brian.” I whispered.
He looked up at me taking in a sharp breath, his eyes tired and blood shot.
“Can you see anything around me that I can get to that’s sharp?”
He shook his head.
“Are…are you ok?”
He shook his head again.
“What’s wrong?”
He breathed deeply.
“Getting thirsty…”
I swallowed hard. For a second I was thankful for those chains because he looked like he could rip my throat out without a second thought right now.
I heard footsteps outside the door before it swung open revealing one of my grandfather’s men. Walking over to me, he pulled a knife out of his pocket. My breathed hitched. As he neared closer to me, he stepped behind me and cut the rope. My arms fell free for a second before he grabbed me, pulling me up and leading me out of the room.
Downstairs, there were a lot of people. Well, if you could call them people. They all stopped their conversations as I walked by and looked me up and down.
I was sat roughly on a couch and Michael walked into the room sitting across from me in a chair.
“Now, Cat, have you thought over what I’ve offered you previously?” he asked.
I said nothing.
“Answer me!”
“No.” I stated, plainly.
“And why not?”
“Because I’d rather rot in a hole in the earth than ever have to deal with you. You’re a piece of shit. You never brought anything good to my family, only trouble. You beat your wife and my mother and you killed your son. How could you do that?”
He smirked, looking away from a moment before his face got serious.
“How is your mother dear?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?! I guess not considering the mother you had.” He chuckled.
“That’s your daughter, your flesh and blood. How can you speak of her like that? She’s a good mother and she taught me more than you ever could have.”
He starred at me coldly.
“You have one more chance to agree to work with me or you die, slowly. Of course after you watch your little friend die.”
“Cat, don’t do it!” Sam cried from behind me.
I turned around to see her bruised and tear stained face.
“Cat, please don’t. Don’t worry about me, please!”
I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off.
“Kill her.” Michael said coldly.
“No please!” I sobbed standing up.
“Change your mind dear?” he smiled.
“No, I haven’t. You let her go. She had nothing to do with this!” I cried.
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“Let her go! She did nothing to do you! She had nothing to do with this! She doesn’t deserve to die!”
Michael waved his hand and in an instant two of his men were on me and proceeded to drag me upstairs.
I was thrown into a room and shoved down on the bed and they were on me running their cold hands all over me. I had never been more afraid in my life.
“You’re a pretty little one.” One laughed.
“Yeah she is!” the one I remembered as Marco replied.
Marco’s cool breath was on my neck, sending an icy shiver down my spine. I tried to get away but they were too strong and I couldn’t get away from their grasp. The other’s hand was running over my chest, roughly grabbing my breasts. Tears formed in my eyes, knowing they were going to have their way with me, and then drain me dry. Marco’s hand was sliding down the front of my pants, cupping me. I lay there frozen, not knowing what to do.
“Please…don’t do this.” I whimpered.
They both laughed loudly, shaking the bed.
“Aw honey, we’ll all have fun, I promise.” Marco grinned at me.
I let out a sharp cry when he shoved his fingers inside me.
“Mmmmm, so tight.” He moaned into my ear.
Marco’s mouth trailed roughly down my neck before his sharp teeth tore into my skin. I tried to push him away, but it was no use.
“God, you taste good!”
“Let me have a taste.” The other man said.
The other man sunk his teeth into the other side of my neck as Marco continued to shove his fingers in and out of me roughly. I was getting light headed now. They were taking too much at once. I lay there motionless as Marco ripped my pants off of me throwing them behind him. I kicked as hard as I could but held my legs down digging is nails into my skin while the other held me down by my arms.


I lay there frozen. So many things ran through my head. My grandfather, Sam, Brian…
I wasn’t sure to be angry or sad. I was a mixture of both. They drank too much from me. I was about to pass out. My mind was running a thousand miles a minute. One of them sloppily pulled my pants on me, but didn’t button them and drug me out of the room. I was thrown back into the room with Brian.