I couldn't believe that this was happening…why me? What did I do to deserve death? Yeah okay I drink, do drugs and smoke but does that mean that I deserve to die? I heard my best friend, Victoria(Vic), scream loudly in pain.
"Royce, stop!!!" I yelled at him, he was hurting Vic. The one thing that I could not stand was Vic being in pain-she helped me with everything.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop!" Royce said looking like he was about to stand up. "Not!" he bellowed flying down as hard as he could on top of Vic, causing her to groan in pain. "You like that don't you, Bella? Hmm… you enjoy Vicky's pain!" He laughed loudly-drunk.
"No, Royce, I don't"
"Hey James, Bella seems a little too loud- why don't you make her quiet down?" Royce instructed
"My pleasures!" James-Royce's partner in crime- laughed and jumped on to my body. Me and Vic were chained to metal bars sticking out of the ground, so whenever they decided to have 'fun' with us it would hurt twice as much as we were slammed into the hard ground.
Two months earlier
"So Vic, what are you gonna study?" I asked as me and Vic walked to the local collage from the apartment we shared.
"I dunno, there aren't many options though- you know how it is with local colleges." She said, laughing. Our conversation was interrupted when two men both about 25.
"Hello ladies, going anywhere special?" The taller of the two asked.
"No." Me and Vic responded together.
"Want to?" The second one asked smirking as he and the other one grabbed Vic and I, then shoved us in the back of their van. We tried screaming for help, but it was no use- the back of this van was completely sound proof, they had this all planned out. Vic started to cry, I have to admit I was scared as all hell- Vic never cried.