I'm not sure how long it's been since I was carried inside but I have finally managed to let go of my legs and actually sit resting them on the ground. A small cup of tea in my hands and I look up to see three man standing in the door way, they aren't saying anything yet, there seems to be a level of understanding in their eye's. It is only then that I realise that I haven't actually spoken since being brought inside, "I'm ready. I can talk now."
Not sure if they actually believe me let alone if I believe it myself, but I will have to be. "please take a seat I'm not great with people standing above me." I say speaking in a shaky voice, noticing that Felicity has just stayed next to me calmly holding my hand. What sort of world does she live in where this whole scene doesn't send her in a panic I think remembering the girl I once knew. However, the files I found showed me something mentioned a number of near death experiences and the rescuing of quite a few people, so maybe she understood a little too well. Hopefully we can find a way to save each other. The men now sitting on the floor in front of me have positioned themselves as far from me as they can while still being close enough to hear me. If this wasn't so serious I probably would laugh, in fact 6 years ago I wouldn't have been able to stop myself, but here I sit full of darkness and remorse. I begin to speak.
Digg's POV.
I was just heading out, Felicity and I having finally decided on a plan to get Lyla to agree marry me again, I was excited but nervous. I see a woman about to knock as i open the door but seeing me she cowers away, a look of absolute terror fills her face. She seems kind of familiar but she's not anyone I know but more like a ghost of someone I'd seen once. After hitting the floor, she wraps herself up in a ball shaking, crying silently – I know the symptoms having seen it too many times./p
"Felicity, you better get out here" I call, not wanting to get too close to this clearly terrified woman. Rushing to the woman's aid the minute she comes through the door, it's clear I was right this was no stranger. "Jo, is that you?" and with that I know where I've seen her before , how I know her face but she's clearly not the same woman I had seen in Felicity's photo's. In every photo she'd had the brightest smile on her face and flowing blonde hair not complete without at least one bright colour streaking through it. Her happy and open smile, and the outrageous stories I'd heard made me think of her as a more outgoing, louder version of Felicity not the broken creature in front of me./p
My heart breaks I'm not sure what's happened to her but I can tell that that woman is long gone. In front of us is not the victim of a single attack more someone released from a prison but who's mind may not yet be out of it. Felicity told me once that Jo had helped her become the woman she was. Trembling with such ferocity I can feel it through the floor boards, holding her legs so tightly I can see the veins popping in her arms. Blood is running from her wrists, clearly cut deep from restraints and her arms are peppered with so many bruises that she's she's more purple and orange than anything else. Hands marks clearly visible and the tell tale indentations on her neck also show she has been through hell and back. I don't know why she here, but I do know that if she wants help I'm in and I'm pretty sure I know of at least 2 other men likely to back me up.