Sorry for the delay.... but here is another update! enjoy!
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A Few Hours Later
Damian came conscious when he heard a sound that was piercing his ears. It was a sound that he knew but could not identify. He seemed to be trapped and could not understand the reason why. “I have to move my body! I have to!” He moved his leg… or did he? NO! It didn’t move! He panicked. He heard someone saying something. He listened closely. The person seemed to be mumbling very badly. Wait… they were becoming words… hits…no it’s! Yes it’s ok! The more he listened, the more it sounded like his mom. He needed to open his eyes… and quick.
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“It’s ok!” Mrs. McGinty tried to reassure the wailing Damian. He kept kicking and mumbling something she couldn’t make out. She looked down at her baby lying on the stretcher in the ambulance and let the tears flow. He had blood all over his face and his shirt was soaked with a mixture of blood and sweat. As she looked at him now he looked nothing like her Damian McGinty. Who would do such a cruel thing to another human being? She could only sit and hope that all would turn out ok as she waited to arrive at the Hospital.
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Nichole had long since opened her eyes but, open or closed it looked the same. Pitch black. She felt like an animal. Her hands were tied above her head and her ankles knotted so tight she could feel the skin gradually being lost. The place she was in was hot and humid. Nichole had no idea where she was, she was sweating from head to toe, and her once beautiful dress was now just a ripped piece of material. Her head was throbbing from where they had hit her to knock her out. She angled her head in such a way that she could feel her head with her hands but drew back in pain. Her head was bleeding and some of it had crusted to her hair making massive knots in her hair. “Why is this happening to me?” She shouted.
“You’re not the only one” a weak and quiet voice answered.
Shock and a bit frightened, Nichole slowly asked, “Who? Who is that?” her stomach gradually forming a bigger and bigger knot.
“I’m Katarina Fabiola Guzman!” she pronounced in a perfect Spanish accent. “Well what is left of her”, she shrugged. “But you can call me, Kate. You must be a Princess too”, she added in no time at all.
“Yes! Yes I am!” she replied anxiously. “Can you help me? Help me get out of here.”
“I know your eyes probably haven’t adjusted to such darkness yet, so I will paint this picture for you. I am tied up just the same as you are. But off in another corner”, her voice was weak so Nichole had to strain to hear her.
“Well then how did you know I was a Princess?
“They only take Princesses, I have no idea why.”
Nichole found it hard to breathe because her hands were above her head. So she tried to stand up. But it was no use. She let out a great big moan. She felt like crying.
‘Why is this happening to me?’ she thought. ‘Is this pay back for all the lying I have done?’
“It is no use!” Kate interrupted. “I have tried everything. You just have to sit and wait until they come for you.” She added with a very obvious fear in her voice.
“What do they do?” Nichole asked with a shaky voice, her fear increasing by the moment.
Kate swallowed hard and then started to share the things she had been experiencing for who knows how long. She forced herself to recount what happens day in and day out.
“First they take you and put a blind fold on you and gag you,” She began, her voice getting weaker by the moment. “Then on certain days that beat you and make you bleed so that they can take their stupid videos.”
“How long have you been here, Kate?” Nichole interrupted.
“I don’t know,” she heard her reply. “It seems like forever!” Kate added as a tears began to flow from her eyes.