The routine was the same as usual. They removed the blindfold to reveal one of the masked men holding a whip once again. They ripped the back of the shirt and tied me to the same post they had tied Peter to. They asked me similar questions as the day before. Except the questions were varied between my father and Peter. I always said no to all the answers or I don't know. Every time I did they whipped my back. I found that it didn't hurt as much as the first time. It did still create excruciating pain, but it was a bit more tolerable.
The man asking the questions finally gave up. He threw me a new shirt. I managed to crawl and grab it before the other two masked men blindfolded me. They dragged me while keeping me up as I tried to take steps on my own. I could feel a line of blood spill down my back as we were still walking. I could only think about that line of blood until we got back to my room. The two masked men threw me onto the floor and slammed the door behind me.
The pain in my back started to slowly creep down. I looked up at Peter as he forced himself up walked over to me. With his arm holding his ribs, he took a knee beside me to look at my back. He looked up at the door as Sean came in with his medical kit once more. He quickly rushed over, dropping the kit and quickly opening it. Sean went to work on placing bandages without hesitation. At this point my back stung with some of the previous marks acting up with the new wounds.
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Kidnapped
Short StoryThere was a girl who's mom was out of town and her dad was deployed with the army. She was passing time by one night when she heard a strange noise. It was a window smashing to make room for a person to walk in. Join the girl on her experience of be...
