Help Me

by TearsLost

It is the 1800s. Anything is possible, except for freedom. All she wants is to be free. She doesn't want to be a slave. But is there no one who can save her? Kim Crawford is a salve. A sex slave to be exact. She knows a boy who can help her, but will he? Can he help the broken girl in time? Warning: non-descriptive rape scenes. Blood, torture. Rating may change for abuse.

13. Chapter 13

Day nine

I stumbled, trying to keep my eyes open, my feet hurt, my head hurt, my stomach hurt... I was filthy, I hadn't eaten in who knows how long. But I kept going, because Kim needed me. She needed me. Who knows what those foul thieves would do to her? The very thought of them laying their filthy hands on her drove me on further, through the madness of it all.

I was going to find her, no matter what it took.

Kim's point of view

I whimpered, my eyes going back to the still form of Agnes as her bare body rocked with the rhythm of the wagon wheels. I sniffed hard, feeling tears well up in my eyes, thinking about Agnes' helpless screams as that man had... had... done the unthinkable to her.

I choked back a sob as I stared at my best friend. Surely she wasn't dead? Surely this was all just a nightmare... surely my dear Jack was here, surely I had merely passed out from the heat of the sun and was just hallucinating?

I squeezed my eyes shut, then blinked them open again, but there, just at my feet, lay Agnes' unmoving form, on her side in a twisted, uncomfortable position, her hands cruelly tied behind her back.

I turned and flinched at the toothy grin of one of the thieves as he stared at me with none but malice and hunger, clutching his blade dangerously as he guarded us. I dragged my gaze away from him, moving closer to Imogen as she whimpered and clung to my side.

Jacklyn was also laying down, but she was moving, I could tell she was fine, because every few seconds, she would fidget and try to get comfortable on the hard wooden planks in the bottom of the wagon.

I glanced back over at the thief as he ate. he noticed me and smiled again, showing his dirty, yellow teeth. "Is the little mistress hungry?" He drawled, showing me the bread. I nodded. He smirked again. "That's just too bad, aint it?" He popped the food into his mouth and smirked at me, then began cackling like a madman as I stared despairingly at him.

I tore my gaze away once again, staring longingly at Agnes, willing her body to move, but with the uneven bumps and ruts in the road, causing the wagon to dip and rattle, I couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. I squeezed my eyes hut and prayed.

oh god, send us a savior.

Authors note: What do you think? :) Sorry it's so short, I didn't have time to write any more.