Jack's POV
I was dropped in a white room, with 3 walls white and 1 a window. The window showed into Kim's room.
Kim was rolling on the ground, crying, and screaming my name.
I scooted over to the glass and pressed my nose against it. I hated watching her suffer. But what could I do?
"KIM!" I screamed. She didn't hear me. She just continued to cry. Soon, 3 walked in.
"It's a one-way mirror. You can see and hear her, but she can't see or hear you."
"KIM!" I screamed again.
"Kid, calm down! I'll do my best to get her to you, but I have to obey my boss's orders," 3 said. He picked me up, and attached me to the wall.
"I can't bear to see this, but 1, 8, and 10 are coming in. Good luck, kid."
I gave a small nod, wondering why 3 was being so nice to me. All of the numbers other than 1 wore a mask, hiding their faces.
1, 8, and 10 soon came in. "What do you want?" I said sharply.
"Loosen your tone," said 1. "I'm going to ask you some questions."
"About what?" I said.
"You'll see. Question one: Do guns scare you?"
I shook. A spitting image of one came into my head. I shuddered at the sight and barely muttered, "No."
"Yeah, right," said 1. "Hook him to the lie detectors."
Soon I felt a metal plate on my head, and two tubes going into my ears.
"I'll ask again, gun; you afraid of 'em?
"No!"
Suddenly, I felt an electric shot course through my brain, and down to my arms, lower to my legs. I yelled at the feel of it. Something I never want to feel again.
"And that was only setting two; you do NOT want to have to go to setting ten."
I shook my head.
"So! Question two: Did you find out about the girl's… injury?"
"Her name is Kim! And yes! She's suffering a lot, so stop hurting her!"
"Mmm, protective."
"Right."
I had no idea why he was asking about Kim, and I hoped that they weren't gonna shake me for all of the information I know about her and use it against her.
"How about more about this 'Kim', Question 3: Do you love this girl?"
"Yes."
"Okay, question 4: What would you do if we were to hurt her?"
"I'd kill you."
No shock. I don't lie about protecting Kim. She's like a baby shark. She CAN fight for herself. But sometimes, it's too hard. She gets trapped, outnumbered, and she suffers because she needs a hero.
"Great to know. Question 5: Has anyone ever… done anything to Kim, romantically?"
"What do you mean by that? She has had past boyfriends, but none of them…"
"You know what I mean, so tell me."
"Why are you asking questions this personal?"
"Because I can, now answer."
"We have… tried to. We always got interrupted by our friend, Jerry. OH! Also, I'm pretty sure that Jerry wants to do 'it' to her, but there's no way I'm letting that happen."
"Interesting. Question 6: Do you know where this 'Jerry' is right now?"
"Yes, he came here with me. He's the one with the darker hair and something wrong with his brain."
"Okay," 1 said as he got up he whispered something to 10 and gave something to 8.
8 soon pried my eye open and put something inside of it. He did the same with the other eye. Soon, I felt more comfortable keeping my eyes open. It felt impossible to close them. I thought this was some sort of contact that kept you staring without your eyes getting irritated, or vision becoming hazy.
8 left and untied Kim completely, but made sure that she didn't get out. She was too weak to move.
She had used her energy on crying and screaming, and I'm pretty sure that when I was getting asked questions, 9 did something to her. I wasn't sure what, but it seemed like she found it hard to stand up.
Soon, Jerry was pushed into Kim's room. Jerry raised his eyebrows and neared towards Kim. "Finally, WOOOO!"
Kim used her remaining energy to run to the door. It was locked on the outside.
Jerry soon removed the sweatshirt, and pushed her down to the ground. She wasn't bare; she still had her same clothes on from Sunday morning.
I watched in shock as Kim ran out of energy and wasn't moving. She wasn't dead… I knew it… but Jerry didn't stop there. He began to inch down her shorts, little by little.
Then I remembered: She wasn't wearing underwear.
Oh no…