Brenda's POV
I was pacing now, standing still or sitting just seemed liked giving in to my fate. Another night had passed I guessed it was hard to tell without a watch or sunlight, but I had slept even if it was only a little.
That's when two of hem pushed Doug into the room like area where I was. He had Catherine in his arms and didn't seem to be fighting them. One of the freaks had to be Tumor and it was easy to see where she got her name. A large growth was on the side of her head that covered her right eye and most of her forehead as well. The other was and walking strangely. Something had to e wrong with her feet.
Tumor pushed Doug toward the opposite wall from where I was chained.
"Sit." She ordered him, as if it was as normal as breathing to order him to do something. Doug did so, holding Catherine close as she began to cry. "Hands." He held them out as Catherine clung to his neck. Tumor placed chains on each of his wrists, ten left with the other freak. From what I could tell, the chains around Doug's wrists were also attached to the floor by a railroad spike.
"Brenda, is that you?" Doug asked, given the dim light and his broken glasses, I was guessing he could only just see a vague outline of me.
"Yes. I'm all right." I replied with a sigh as I sat down.
"Good."
"Doug? Why didn't you fight to get away?" I asked after a few moments.
"I didn't want them to hurt Catherine." He simply said, after that, he didn't talk anymore.
Poor Doug, Catherine was all he had left. His sanity had escaped him only a few days ago.
Now, the only thing to do was wait and see who they would bring next.