So things happened, and Lizzie went along. She hoped that if she played
along and lets them do this, after a while, they'd get bored and let her
go. She also hoped that they wouldn't hurt or beat her if she went their
way. How wrong she was.
"Ow!" she cried out. The man who had once kissed her was now brutally beating her with his belt because she wasn't rough enough for him. After a few minutes of beating he stopped and K barged in. The man looked at her angry.
"What the hell are you doing? Can you see we want some privacy?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry Jay, but don't you want me?" she asked, about to unbutton her shirt. Jay threw his belt across the room, and then slapped K.
"I'll tell ya when I'm ready for ya!" he yelled, and then pushed out the door closing it, and then locking it.
"Sheesh, sisters," he mumbled under his breath. Lizzie gasped, then he swung at her. This brutal beating went on for minutes until he finally pushed her in the corner and called in K. Lizzie tried to leave but Jay made her stay and watch him and K have sex. She tried to not watch or listen, but it was to hard. After two hours of being in that room, he slapped her again and sent her back to the room she was originally at. Then, she fell asleep crying again.
* "I don't think I'm ever going to get out of here. I've been here a month and its been hell. I'll probably be dead within hours!" Lizzie said to the doll sitting on the couch next to her. She picked up the doll and hugged it. Jay and his cousin Ryan were knocking at Lizzie's door again.
"Bye Miranda," she whispered, and tucked the doll away under a couch cushion. Both men walked in, holding rope and a blindfold.
"Today we are going to try something different," Jay said with a laugh. Ryan snickered. They picked Lizzie up and tied her up. Ryan started to take the cushions off the couch. 'Oh no! Miranda.' Lizzie thought as Ryan picked up the doll.
"Hey Jay, wasn't this the doll that girl had when we hung her?"
"No, that's from the girl I shot." It suddenly became clear to Lizzie, she was going to die. Jay left the room, but returned with a sack. Inside the sack were familiar sex toys she had seen Jay use while with K. But there were also torture items as well. Lizzie recognized some of these things from books in school. Thumb screws and a few other items. With guns, bullets, and some real long blades. Lizzie began to shake, not from the cold chill in the room, but in fear for her life. Ryan could sense the fear.
"Hey Jay, that kid looks as if she's gonna piss in her delicate panties!" he snorted, tugging her hair. Lizzie looked away, trying to steady her breathing. They picked up Lizzie and placed her not so gently onto the cushion less couch. Both men started towards her. Unfortunately, they didn't tie her legs well enough because she lifted them with ease and kicked them in the most painful area. Their knees crumpled below them and they fell to the ground. Lizzie got up and ran, while trying to kick the rope off. Before she reached the door, she had one more obstacle. K.
"Going somewhere missy?" she asked Lizzie.
"Lady, I could kick your ass, or you could just let me through.how's it gonna be?" Lizzie responded by putting her arms up. K slowly put her arms down and opened the door.
"Just go, I don't want to see another perfectly good teen die again. Run and never look back." Lizzie could have hugged K but at that moment, the two men came crawling out of the room, holding their crotches.
"DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!" Jay yelled to K.
"Go on now, I'll take care of these two." She said to Lizzie, and then walked to the men. As Lizzie staggered out of the house, she could hear the mens' screams. She looked around and saw she was in her own neighbor hood. In fact, only a block away from her own home. But to be safe, she started running as fast as she could, which wasn't fast. In that short month, Lizzie had lost tons of weight and looked quite pale, beat up and flat out like a bum.
Finally, she reached her familiar doorstep and knocked on the door as if the house wasn't hers. The door opened slowly.
"Yes, who is it?" Jo asked, peeking through the door. Lizzie was so overwhelmed with joy, she couldn't speak ... only cry.
"Oh sorry, we don't give money to the needy when we ourselves are needy ... goodbye."
"Its . . . me . . .LIZZIE!" Jo opened the door at once. Tears filled her eyes.
"Ow!" she cried out. The man who had once kissed her was now brutally beating her with his belt because she wasn't rough enough for him. After a few minutes of beating he stopped and K barged in. The man looked at her angry.
"What the hell are you doing? Can you see we want some privacy?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry Jay, but don't you want me?" she asked, about to unbutton her shirt. Jay threw his belt across the room, and then slapped K.
"I'll tell ya when I'm ready for ya!" he yelled, and then pushed out the door closing it, and then locking it.
"Sheesh, sisters," he mumbled under his breath. Lizzie gasped, then he swung at her. This brutal beating went on for minutes until he finally pushed her in the corner and called in K. Lizzie tried to leave but Jay made her stay and watch him and K have sex. She tried to not watch or listen, but it was to hard. After two hours of being in that room, he slapped her again and sent her back to the room she was originally at. Then, she fell asleep crying again.
* "I don't think I'm ever going to get out of here. I've been here a month and its been hell. I'll probably be dead within hours!" Lizzie said to the doll sitting on the couch next to her. She picked up the doll and hugged it. Jay and his cousin Ryan were knocking at Lizzie's door again.
"Bye Miranda," she whispered, and tucked the doll away under a couch cushion. Both men walked in, holding rope and a blindfold.
"Today we are going to try something different," Jay said with a laugh. Ryan snickered. They picked Lizzie up and tied her up. Ryan started to take the cushions off the couch. 'Oh no! Miranda.' Lizzie thought as Ryan picked up the doll.
"Hey Jay, wasn't this the doll that girl had when we hung her?"
"No, that's from the girl I shot." It suddenly became clear to Lizzie, she was going to die. Jay left the room, but returned with a sack. Inside the sack were familiar sex toys she had seen Jay use while with K. But there were also torture items as well. Lizzie recognized some of these things from books in school. Thumb screws and a few other items. With guns, bullets, and some real long blades. Lizzie began to shake, not from the cold chill in the room, but in fear for her life. Ryan could sense the fear.
"Hey Jay, that kid looks as if she's gonna piss in her delicate panties!" he snorted, tugging her hair. Lizzie looked away, trying to steady her breathing. They picked up Lizzie and placed her not so gently onto the cushion less couch. Both men started towards her. Unfortunately, they didn't tie her legs well enough because she lifted them with ease and kicked them in the most painful area. Their knees crumpled below them and they fell to the ground. Lizzie got up and ran, while trying to kick the rope off. Before she reached the door, she had one more obstacle. K.
"Going somewhere missy?" she asked Lizzie.
"Lady, I could kick your ass, or you could just let me through.how's it gonna be?" Lizzie responded by putting her arms up. K slowly put her arms down and opened the door.
"Just go, I don't want to see another perfectly good teen die again. Run and never look back." Lizzie could have hugged K but at that moment, the two men came crawling out of the room, holding their crotches.
"DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!" Jay yelled to K.
"Go on now, I'll take care of these two." She said to Lizzie, and then walked to the men. As Lizzie staggered out of the house, she could hear the mens' screams. She looked around and saw she was in her own neighbor hood. In fact, only a block away from her own home. But to be safe, she started running as fast as she could, which wasn't fast. In that short month, Lizzie had lost tons of weight and looked quite pale, beat up and flat out like a bum.
Finally, she reached her familiar doorstep and knocked on the door as if the house wasn't hers. The door opened slowly.
"Yes, who is it?" Jo asked, peeking through the door. Lizzie was so overwhelmed with joy, she couldn't speak ... only cry.
"Oh sorry, we don't give money to the needy when we ourselves are needy ... goodbye."
"Its . . . me . . .LIZZIE!" Jo opened the door at once. Tears filled her eyes.
