Safias story:

A mixture of snot and tears ran down my face, heavy sobs still left me. I looked over to Carlos who was still out cold. He had been smacked around the head after he tried to help me.

"Shut up making that noise and go to sleep!" Came the cold voice from next to me.

His evil words making me cry harder but I desperately wanted to stop crying. My body ached from it. My back, my neck... my face.

I looked up at the clock on the wall. It had gone past 2am now. I had been stuck here for 6 hours on this bed being tortured and seeing things with my eyes that I never wanted to see. Things I wanted to erase. Things that should be rewound and never done.

I prayed that my baby was okay, I prayed that the blood would stop flowing from me. I prayed that the pain would stop or simply just kill me so I could feel no more.

Why hadn't my dad sent help? The thought of that made me cry harder.

"Sugar! If you don't stop making that noise then I will put a hole in your fucking head myself." The man said.

I bit my lip in an attempt to muffle my cries. I had been tied to this bed for hours. I couldn't even try and come to terms with the kind of person that was trying to sleep peacefully next to me right now.

How could he sleep with what had just happened in these four walls.

I was sat up, my feet still on the floor but my backside on the bed. My hands were tied together in my lap but also tied to the head board. I was covered in my own blood! It still seeped from me.

Carlos lay unconscious over the old sofa that he was now bound tight to by ropes.

His escape attempt had come at such a high price for us. I feared as time ticked on that it was all in vain. My dad hadn't alerted anyone to our destination. At least no one had come yet.

The minute Carlos was returned to this house after he ran I was thrown on to this bed... I was tied on to this bed. I had a knife placed at my skin and six slices tore through me on my left arm. Each of them identical. Three inches long and in neat blood stained rows.

The pain was unbearable. I screamed, never feeling anything like it before. Carlos tried his best, but his best was his downfall. On escaping the ties from the sofa to try and help me he ended up securing his own terrible fate.

I looked away from his body, the memories too fresh as I saw his unconscious state look almost lifeless. The only indication I had that he was still alive was the occasional movement in his shoulders as he now lay face down on one of the filthy floral cushions. Most of his body remained distorted looking half on the floor, half on the sofa.

I looked at my arm again. Three of the slices were above my elbow, the other three below it.

The man who lay next to me now and softly snored had admitted earlier that he was escaping prison by being on this island. He also admitted that he was a former guard in a prison. From what I gathered he was pretty high up in the ranks but eventually got caught doing what he had been doing tonight...

Torturing and raping for fun.

I tried to wipe my sopping wet face on my shoulder, but only my cheek could reach. I tongued the inside of my lip, it was split and throbbing. Not from anything the man had done to me, I bit it too hard trying to counter the pain from everything else.

I looked at the huge machete that had been used to threaten and to cut me. It had previously been in an ornamental case. It now lay strewn across the dirty wooden floor. My blood on it, now dry and brown looking.

"Saf?" I heard tremble across the room.

My hands shook uncontrollably as I saw that Carlos was awake. His face now almost unrecognizable from being beaten so hard. One eye was weeping, swollen and tightly shut. The other had a cut below it.

"Shhh... please shhh, don't wake him." I whispered. "Carlos I'm so sorry... I'm so fucking sorry." I added anyway.

Carlos shook his head as it slumped with little energy back on to the sofa cushion.

"It's not your fault... im kind of looking forward to getting shot in the morning now though." He replied.

His words made me cry again.

"Shhhh." Carlos said to me this time. "I can't... take anymore from him... let's just try... and sleep... let's be quiet." Carlos said warily, his own tears escaping him fast but his body in no fit state to stay conscious.

I tried to sniff my snot back in as my tears that flowed made my nose run too.

"Carlos? ... los?" I asked. But he was gone already, once again passed out. I couldn't blame him really. The pain he had been left in must be unbearable.

Hours ticked by without so much as a glimmer of hope. I couldn't sleep. I wondered what time the rangers would arrive at.

I wasn't left to wonder long as I heard a vehicle approach, the engine made a loud clunk clunk sound. Looking at the clock that now told me it was almost 5:30. In my shock I realised I must of fallen to sleep as the man next to me was no longer there, he was sat in his arm chair.

"About time too that the truck arrived." He said as he looked at Carlos in his sorry state. It made my stomach turn. "They should of been here half hour ago." He added with a menacing look on his face.

The truck honked and the man left the house closing the door behind him. I could hear him and the rangers laugh and joke together. My heart sank as I had hoped we were about to get rescued... but no, we were about to get shot.

"Safia I'm so sorry that this is it... I promised that I would get you and your baby off here safely... now look." Came Carlos' tired voice.

"It should be me that's sorry... I made your final hours a nightmare." I said now beginning to cry again.

Carlos shook his head. "He would of done all this anyway Safia." Carlos said knowingly.

The door opened and closed. My heart beat fast in my chest through fear. The bed I was on was at the opposite end to the door. The man waltzed back in.

"They will be back for you after they have done a perimeter check... then it's bye bye.. baby." He said looking at me.

This disgusting excuse for a man then walked over to Carlos who was in the middle of the little house tied to the sofa. This was all I had to look at... tears left me again. Carlos looked like the most broken man in the world right now. His eyes full of fear, his body wracked with pain.

"I think we might have enough time for some more fun... what do you say, Carlos?" The man said as he eyed Carlos up in a sickening way.

"Oh please God... no... no not again." He wept burying his face in to the cushioned seat. No longer even able to scream anymore. His lungs cried themselves hoarse the first time he was raped last night. The second time Carlos just begged to die.

My eyes had cried rivers last night, as I was subjected to witness such a horrific act on someone and not be able to do a thing to help.

As the man unbuckled his khaki trousers to assault Carlos the sound of the truck came back. It was the same clunk clunk noise of the engine.

"What the hell do those idiots want now!" The man muttered.

The sound of the truck got nearer and nearer. It almost vibrated through the house. The door knocked hard, and the man walked over, looking pissed off that he was being interrupted. As soon as he opened that door though my entire life flashed before me as the shock and the noise made me fear for my life not understanding what was going on.

I screamed as the truck came smashing through the wall sending bricks flying and mowing down the man that was just about to rape my friend again. There was no driver.

"Safia! Saf!" Came the voice of my hero, the voice I never thought I would hear again.

Then I saw him emerge through the dust and rubble. "James!?"

James scanned the state of me, the blood soaked in to my clothes and the cuts that bore deep in to my arm.

"What did he do to you?" Were the only words to whisper from his mouth.

"I thought you were dead!" I said in shock of seeing him. I then saw Logan jump over the hood of the car as he made his way in to help Carlos.

James looked in to my eyes as he untied my wrists. "I'm not dead saffy... does it hurt? Did he... hurt you any where else?" James asked delicately.

I shook my head. "Just my arm... Carlos took the lions share." I said looking over to Carlos who was being helped up by logan.

It was obvious to everyone in the room what had happened to Carlos, he was barely dressed and covered in blood.

"Los it will be okay." James said. "Mackenzie is waiting outside for you..."