Day: 6
Two days after Shaw came up with the new way to try to beat me into submission, the mental and physical beatings continued more frequently. I was bruised all over my body; I could barely move. I would fear closing my eyes because when I did during these sessions my mind would be tortured with thoughts that weren't mine.
That night they continued to pummel me with no mercy. In what was the fifth session of the day I was strapped down again, as if Shaw knew if I were to attack I would be too strong with all of my limbs at access.
Shaw was getting angry at the lack of results, hitting me harder and harder. Then he hit me with the most force I had ever felt. He held on to my abdomen and pushed what seemed like the energy of an eighteen wheeler speeding down a highway into me.
The energy hit me and it felt as if I should have just exploded into bits. I felt the bruise develop and my back arched in pain.
Then, Emma invaded my mind.
"Becca?"
I raised my head. "Mom?"
"Why are you doing this to yourself? Just give in! They are going to kill you if you don't."
"Mom, you're dead. I'm sorry."
"But I'm not. I'm right here."
"No, you're not. Now please..." I swallowed hard. "Leave."
Her lip quivered. "I thought you loved me."
"You know I love you."
"Then listen to me!"
"STOP!"
My anger peaked and I couldn't just stand there anymore. I took my free arm and swung it across my body.
"Alright!" I screamed my throat raw.
The fire that followed the motion curved and was hotter than anything I had ever thrown. The red and orange flame spanned the entire room; it was intense.
Frost ran behind Shaw and he absorbed the fire in one large armful. Then both of them looked at me with curious eyes. Frost actually looked scared while Shaw was ecstatic.
I stood there on the vertical table, grasping for breath.
"Alright," I managed to say.
Shaw walked forward and tilted his head.
"I'll be on your side."
Shaw stared at me for a moment and then looked at Frost.
"She's telling the truth," she said.
I began to go lightheaded and my vision blurred. Shaw cut the patch on my hand and my upper body collapsed into his chest.